There it is. My weekend. My precious.

I'm going to enjoy this. As the mayor said to the champagne bottle.

A fairly quiet Friday. Another good workout. So far so good. Four days, four complete workouts. I'm happy about that. All in all it's been a pretty good week. I haven't escaped the tiredness but apart from that I have progressed nicely. Back on track.

I dreamt about Michael Jackson last night. He was an alien. Or a robot. I can't remember which. Funny. It must be because Moonwalker was on TV recently. I didn't watch much of it. Was he an alien or a robot in it?

Got some bad news today. Ester had talked to my social worker. And it seems she won't pay for my PC license unless there is a definite job prospect in mind. Meaning I have to have something definite so I can say "I need the license so I can do this/that/whatever". Right now I don't have anything definite. A job or internship or something. Now Ester will try to see if she can get the Reva center to pay for it, but that's a long shot. So I probably won't be able to do it. At least for now. Bummer. I was just getting into the Access exercises, learning new things. Now I might have to stop going to the computer room altogether soon. We'll see what happens.

I need to get myself a locker. In the locker room. Now that I'm doing fitness every day. Usually I just bring my stuff every Tuesday and Thursday. But I don't want to be dragging things every day. And also my old shoes are still smelly. They're sneakers though, good for running. I usually wear them Tue and Thur but again, it's no good if I have to wear them every day. Then what would be the point of my new, shiny shoes? So a locker I must have. I was supposed to talk to Lars about it. But he has Fridays off I guess. Yes, supervisors are lucky. Lene couldn't really help me because... well it's the boys' locker room. We had a good giggle over that. But I'm sure Lars can help me on Monday. A locker of my own. Like a true fitness guru.

That's all for today, folks. I have more important things to do. Peace out.

np: nothing