Monday:

Gym - I manage to get to the barbells despite the late hour. SUCCESS. New run pattern surprisingly OK. Entire business surprisingly OK.

Social - Slightly late due to failure to fit cutting hair, showering, making dinner and eating dinner into the "somewhat less time than I realised" that I'd allotted; but turns out not to matter as the screening of Moonlight - which they hadn't bothered to mention on the website - was for Unlimited ticket holders only. As I don't cinema enough to make that kind of investment worthwhile, I don't have one, neither did Ruthi; I dragged us down to Kaspa's (via H&B to pick up more protein filth/see what was available) and was stymied in my attempt to have a smoothie + whey protein and ended up with an ice cream float. We passed the time mostly by dissecting the relationships & characters and writing style of The Charioteer, which is nice as most of the conversations I have had about that book recently either fall in the "incoherent emotional burbling", "set Andrew up with Bunny" - whyyyyy, and "i couldn't really get into that book [strong hinting for you to shut up about it]" camps.

Tuesday:

Always tired on Tuesdays. Gym'd - bad temper because I couldn't get to the barbells & there was a frumpy old man sitting on my favoured bike for like, the whole of time. Some progress made regardless but anger remained. Tonight is Ersatz Birthday; I have succeeded in transferring more edit notes but need to actually get somewhere in my attempts to write something for Dali re: social/psychological/personal observations on masochism.