The mailman delivered a shiny parcel yesterday with a couple of copies of a book containing one of my short stories and a big, shiny cheque. I love money. And I love seeing my story in an actual book.

Then I got distracted and popped all the bubble cos sometimes I'm like a 2 year old.

I went to my storage space and got all my old clothes and I'm having a mammoth ebay sale to raise the money to buy new runners. Now I just have to take photos.

I took my cheque to the bank and while the girl processed it, she checked my accounts and said I paid far too much in bank fees (I knew that) so she changed it so I'll be saving around $16 a month. I love her. She also wanted me to consider taking out a loan for a holiday!!! Yeah right.

I've got money coming in from all these different sources (although not big amounts, darn it) and I've been trying to make a budget but it's so hard when the timing is all over the place. I think maybe I need to do a cash flow statement instead and get some use out of all those accounting subjects I did at uni.

I had planned on going to the R4TK training run but it was too hot so I napped instead then went to the gym. I only had an hour for my workout so had to rush. I did some bike and cross training then weights but couldn't do the full weights workout. I figured the leg press and assisted chin ups were my priority since I can't do those at home. I leg pressed 85 kgs this time. Woohoo!

Have you ever posted a comment on someone's blog, thinking they were someone else? I just did that (not a weight loss blog) and have now realised it won't make any sense to them and I'll look like a moron. I can't delete it either. Arrrgghh!

Today I'm going for a run then go-go class tonight. I don't think anyone else is going to go-go class but that's okay. I'll be happy with my new go-go friends. After that it's Prison Break and Heroes night. I spoke to Andrew last night and he said they have two trees full of apples in his yard so he's going to bring me some apples plus make an apple crumble for dessert. Woohoo, sometimes those 20 hours I spent in the labour ward were worth it.