Jan 10 2009
Day 7 - A little bit of motivation
Mine faith hath been restored! If I manage 30 days my girlfriend Emily has promised to get a Brazilian! That’s love right there, I defy anyone to suggest otherwise. I must say I am buoyed, I equalled my record today too. In the evening I meet up with an old pal from uni; a red wine swilling, philosophising, scarf-wearing Belgian named Lebex. I take him down a peg or two by going to a noodle bar, Emily comes too and a barbie doll accompanies Lebex, who likes talking about moronic drinking games. Tonight was not the night we were destined to get on. I zone out and watch her lips move as she talks and hear no words. I see myself, (only more buff) bounding up the steps in
Philadelphia and punching the air like Rocky. I’m literally hours away from breaking my record, I’m excited, adrenaline is pumping round my body- this is it, nothing can stop me now! Unless of course Emily offers up a
Hollywood for drinking a pint.
