As I was telling a bunch of my mates today, my body seems to react very strangely to any life-changing activities that I force upon it. When I quit smoking, my complexion became quite bad (to put it mildly). Well, now that I've stepped up my efforts to exercise intensely, my complexion has gotten worse again. It's so annoying. Shouldn't the opposite be happening? Shouldn't my face be as smooth as a baby's bottom? Shouldn't I be glowing and floating as I walk? Maybe it's my body's way of telling me that I really should be partying like that nutter I used to be at uni.....nah, good complexion or not, I'm sticking with my new fitness regime. I really enjoy exercise these days....it makes me feel like very few people can. Uh huh.....I'm feeling well relaxed......I'm itching to get back into the pool......damn you exercise, why do I lust for you? Why do you plague my dreams? Just the other night, I dreamt that me and my mate Jeff (who I haven't seen in some time cos he's in Canada) were engaged in a "Chin Up Contest"!!! Madness, indeed. Now, if only those darn abs would appear!

Choonage: Fatboy Slim - Acid 8000