Today I’m in pain. I couldn’t make my breakfast because I thought it would be a risk to my personal safety. Instead, I stumbled into the latest BP (where I bought a groovy car thermos) and requested a coffee. The lady looked at me with pity, and said “do you need something to eat as well?” It was clear – both the lady and I knew that I needed something to wake me up.
A hot cappucino and a ham and cheese croissant later, I’m continuing my drive to work. My toes are cramped, my thighs are sore, and my arms hurt to move. Finally, I’m at work typing this into my blog, and I’m starting to function a little bit better – that coffee sure is helping!! (but maybe that’s just psychological). And what is the cause of all this pain, you ask?
I played netball from 6pm – 9.45pm last night – 4 games (2xA grade!!)
OWW!
Having recently purchased a new 
It was time for me to get a new phone. It was probably time the moment I got the old phone, a Sony Ericsson T610. It did so well to put up with the tough times it was served, and the screen is still clear, considering it was never once protected with a case. It’s got quite a few scratches.