the corner office

On a personal note, I dinged my gum with my toothbrush while brushing a few days ago and have a small but seriously unpleasant cut in my gum. I know this isn't the most glamorous thing to diarise but lawdy, the side of my mouth is paining. Big time.

Am I the only person weird and horrid stuff like that happens to?

Also, Ronwen and I went off to Virgin Active and signed up at the Randburg gym again. We have to head back Monday for the mugshots and the like, and then there are no excuses. I'm considering getting a personal trainer for a few sessions just to get things going. It seems extravagant, but desperate waistlines call for desperate measures.

Finally, I should jot down the fact that if nobody hears from me for a few days, it may well be because Ronwen has overdosed on Paint Thinners fumes and has gone psycho on me, and I'm carved up into little bits and hidden away in the garden. Ronwen's doing the DIY thang and painting and varnishing and finishing all of our bookshelves... the lounge floor is covered in cardboard and she merrily paints away while watching telly (Dumb and Dumber and then Basic Instinct on eTV tonight, that shot, psycho-wafflery, schlock music and all). The bookshelves are looking fantabulous, but the thinnersh shmell ish pretty intenshe. Fweeeeee.