Bleah, ick and blah.

I feel bleah. Could be the heat. Could be the toasted cheese sandwich I had for breakfast. Could be that I'm rereading my thesis and finding all the horrible misplaced commas and beyond shite errors of expression. Could be that I'm supposed to be doing yet more tidying and the thought makes me want to vomit. Could be that I'm just full of nervous energy and can't settle to anything.

I need to get my heart rate up and my muscles moving but I can't decide how. I'd take the dog out but it's too hot. I'd go for a ride but for the same. Maybe I should swim. But our pool is ten metres long which means four strokes and I'm across if I swim properly, there's hardly any point to it. Though, come to think of it, I can increase that to ten strokes if I breath because I have to practically stop in the water and roll over to do it. There's really no point being able to shoot like a dart through the water (not my words) if you have to screech to a halt to take a breath....

*sigh* it's either swimming or star jumps.... which which which....