Stagger but excited

Last week involved being tied up and had permanant marker written all over me.

This week was a flat out week at work, first week of the year, but I loved it.

Something I worked out, is that I can be so hesitant about my perceptions. I notice something yet do nothing about it, cause my whole life I was told to not go with my gut feelings but to do what God wanted. So even now I am hestiant to follow through with things sometimes and it drives me up the wall. But since I can now verbalise what the hell frustates me so much, its all a continuous wham.

My toe feels a bit better but yeah think I definatley broke it cause it still hasnt gone away. No more running in thongs for me, or flip flops.

New Year was spent with Heather. We got kicked out of Huskisson pub at 10pm, and so found glowsticks lying in playground bark, heather went off to some fence and watched the water while i climbed the giant play equipment. It was fun, then we got to the car, we turned it into a bed and listened to an audio montage on the radio of the events of 2008 (some were really not worth mentioning) and then said woo happy 2009.

Craig is here from yesterday (my brother from Singapore) and its been good. Us 4 siblings just laughing and hanging out. Dad loves it too, his 4 kids under one roof for a few days.

Gym is going well, and I have seen that blind man I accidently knocked over.

I helped clean out the office's storage facility yesterday. I found these old dodgey garbage bags and put my hand into them. I felt something squishy and cold. I opened it up to the light and there was a mutilated leg with blood all over it. It was fake but a prop from the movie "the ruins" that we worked on. Bloody gave me a heart attack... it even had leg hair in the silicon leg, and it was as heavy as a leg would be, the ankle was bitten into and blood painted all over it. I was entralled and wanted to work out how to get posession of it. The 1001 different pranks I could pull.... There was also a hand and another foot. I died of laughter at all the pranks i pulled in my head anyways.

2 months till my gym goal. I sound so lame saying that, but its true. If I dont talk about it.. it isnt there. Oh wait, thats the church.