I had my massage this morning. It was a good massage but not a superlative one. I'm kinda regretting not going to my old massage place still I'm all relaxed and about to drop asleep now.

It's awful windy outside. I hate the wind. I have to walk down to Fitzroy which bugs me. One of the reasons I didn't want go to my old massage place was so I didn't have to go to Fitzroy. Arrgghh! Fitzroy is full of posers. You know what I hate, people who call themselves Fitzroyalty. How much of a wanker do you have to be to use that phrase? Those people should be lacerated with a zillion paper cuts then dunked in salt. Go be a poser after that, wanker.

The reason I have to go to Fitzroy is to go to Snooze, which I doubt will be full of posers. Snooze used to be Cap'n Snooze but now it's just Snooze. I wanna know why... was the Cap'n court martialed? Did he get a dishonorable discharge? Questions will be asked. I bet Cap'n Birdseye is laughing now.

No exercise today, I'm just going to vege out and chill after my massage.

I felt shockingly bad after my run yesterday, totally washed out. Later in the day I wanted to nap but my sister told me to drink water - der! I hadn't drank any all day and think I'd got a bit dehydrated.

I had another dream about the Run for the Kids last night. This time I got there and I didn't have my run number or other things. I went to see about it but got told the run was starting and to run without it then I couldn't get my ipod to play my playlist. It was all extremely stressful.

I think the reason for the dreams is not so much that I'm panicking about the run, it's more getting to the run. It starts at 8.30 and, because it's on a Sunday, I'll have to catch the very first train. Public transport on Sundays sucks. If I miss that train, I'm rooted.