I worked out today. Well, OK, not a macho sweaty gym workout with lots of machines and stuff, but I did do *several* pushups. And some stomach crunches and some bike riding and some Feng Shuei* moves I learned from the hippies in the Junkadelic samba band. Nothing feels better than working up a good sweat while ignoring work. In fact, I’m starting to notice my pecs are getting bigger (I can actually say I ‘have’ pecs now. Sweet.) and I’m able to go exercise for longer without getting tired.

Also: a cute moral dilemma. The woman delivering my new mobile phone says that since my mother paid for it, then only she can sign for it. BUT, she will let me forge my mother’s signature to save me the trouble of driving down to Mandurah to get the phone at a later date. She says last time she let someone forge a singature she got into trouble with her boss. So the question is: did I do it or not? You think you know me? YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME?!

*OK, it isn’t Feng Shuei. I can’t remember the name of the thing but you know what I mean.