...no cigar

friday I stomped but not fast enough, 29.4mph. Clocks gone back, fucking bastard who thought that one up, how can I go running after work? In the fucking cold wet windy dark of course! Went walking this morning, 10 miles along the river loop, with windblasting my return leg. Reading "The Constant Gardener". Empire Magasine give 2 free posters for my walls: Batman Begins and Walk the Line adorn my walls. It seems strange that a week ago, Sunny and I were talking plenty but now it feels strange for me to be around when she is. Yet when Christine was here it was all cool. Miss Christine fuckloads, every second I think of her.