Me again.

I was very sad last night / this morning, because my watch has kind of stopped working. I bought this watch with my 21st birthday money. It has hands and a digital part. It did split times, time zones, date, daily alarm... all that stuff. And it had one of those twirly rings that you can use in conjunction with the sun (and the time) to tell what direction you're walking in. (Not that I ever had need of that, but hey, you never know when you'll be abandoned somewhere and have to find your way out of some sort of wilderness. Although it would have meant finding the instructions to remember how to do it.)

Last night I went to check the alarm time, and it got stuck on the 'alarm' screen. It won't change. I can't change the alarm time, so it goes off at 7.30am whether I want it to or not. I think it went off this morning, admittedly I was still quite asleep at the time, but if it did then at least you can turn it off. Otherwise it'd be on perpetual alarm. I can't check the date, I can't time myself doing things... the indiglo thing won't even light up the dial. *sniff*

So, this morning I looked on Argos's website for a new watch. I looked at all the £25 or less watches, and decided I like the one I already have the most. But I couldn't bring myself to order an identical one. I ended up buying a weird sporty type watch. Which has gadgets. Although not the compass thing.

Drat, I'll get stuck somewhere now and never find my way out...

Anyway, I think it's all a conspiracy. I decided to start jogging, you see. An insane idea, and not something I've ever enjoyed doing. I have horrible memories of being forced to 'jog' around a cross country course. Makes your lungs burn, your teeth ache... Grim. So, why am I inflicting this on myself? I just figured I'm very, very unfit. And it's a positive way to improve myself. A sort of way of achieving something measurable. And I'd be able to jog to... catch buses.

Except I hate buses. Buses are evil.

Where was I? Well, I looked around on the internet and found this article. Everything it says is very true - unless you do jog on a regular basis, you can't jog at all. It's pathetic. I figured that 2 minutes jogging 2 minutes walking for 15 minutes (yeah, the sum doesn't work) sounded achievable. Painful, but doable. I thought I'd give it a go.

The first time I went jogging I rubbed a hole in the back of my right foot. It bled a lot. I didn't really get much further than the initial 2 minutes. Subsequent attempts went better, but (and here comes the conspiracy thing) now my watch is broken. I need to be able to time myself, otherwise I'll never know how long 2 minutes is! And you have to do the 2 minutes of evil painful death. Otherwise it's all wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

First the blood, then the lack of timing equipment. What next?!

All this conspiring to make me not jog... I must be supposed to keep it up.

It's a scary, scary thing.

Jogging.

Eurgh...

I have been mostly... WATCHING (TV): monaco grand prix qualifying (itv) / READING: star wars - cloak of deception (james luceno); indiana jones and stargate comics / LISTENING: future is now (claire's birthday); venus (claire's birthday); city loves (claire's birthday); on how life is (macy gray)