Dislocated my arm in my sleep last night. Bleedin sleepwalking will be the death of me, infact, it probably will if I don't quit my nocturnal antics while in Madagascar. It hurts a lot, but my mum popped it back into place and I’m not letting it stop me wander round the dene all night in chain-mail with a shield!.... I need help.
So yup, arm busted, other *ahem* things busted thanks to my bike, and very tired- but still I persist tonight. I'm starting to think it a bad idea sat here in the warmth with my tea and busted up body. But it'll all be worth it in the morning when I ache and am freezing. That didn't really work as an argument. Meh.
In other news, the training weekend was good last weekend, met everyone who's going to be on my team. Well, three of them anyway- the other two are out there already I think. Its seeming a lot closer and a lot more wrought with peril now. But they have
coconut crabs, so quite frankly, who wouldn't?!
Going to Edinburgh next week (well, not this week, week after- which is kinda like next week, I dunno- 28th anyhoo), can't wait. I love the city but whenever I’ve been I’ve curbed my enthusiasm for the sake of my disappointment levels when I expected I would be rejected from the uni, but now that fear has been dealt with- the love of the place is only doubled by my excitement for next year.