Albert and David.

I have a reoccurring nightmare, It usually happens about once a month, invariably I wake up and the dream bothers me for the rest of the day. In my dream I am either A) at my old college B)Auckland University (where I studied briefly) or B) Unitec (where I actually studied and got a degree). The general theme of the dream always remains the same, That I need to pass my final year to gain either a bursary or my degree, and that there is a class that I have not gone to all year. Not even shown up for once, and there are assignments due that I haven't completed, I don't know what the assignments are, what they are on or when they are due. It leaves my with the most horrible feeling of dread/anxiety/fear of failure/self loathing (at my natural state of incipient avoidance). This particular dream I was back at location A. I was walking down between a couple of the buildings having an uneasy conversation with two kids who used to give my absolute hell. The weather was cold, crisp and sunny. I was going to ? class, one of them turned to me and said "you've lost a lot of weight, your ass looks good, some definition but still one or two soft spots". Then I woke up. Awful.

I've been "Hooning (Ward 2009)" on the bike this week, because The Highlander is in 2 weeks and I need to climb some hills. I have done that the last two days, and can happily report that Direct Rd is now my bitch, my descending on a rigid fork is becoming faster and more fluid, and that afterwards the effort of blowing bubbles for the littles had me alternately nearly passing out from postural hypotension/leaving my body and floating around the garden. Awesome.

I've had three days off in a row this week, as it struck me on Sunday that A) I haven't had a holiday in over 18 months B)the month until my leave begins seemed A REALLY LONG TIME AWAY and C) I was at the point of agreeing with this very interesting gentleman's statement that "Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats". So I did the sensible thing and booked a day off before my rostered "weekend". It's been just the ticket and I'm sure that the black flag will remain stashed in the back pocket for the time being at least.

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