5am on a Monday is a strange time to be

So I got myself up at the odd hour of 5am and went to the gym with Brett this morning. I have to say it's weirdly fun, in this really demented I can't believe I'm actually doing this sort of way. Today we used the funny exercise bikes, and I pedalled something like five miles. We wandered the ondoor track and then did laps in the pool. Sitting in the hot tub made me feel like a yuppie. I am too poor to be a yuppie though.

My only beef with the place is that the smoothie bar was not open. I want a big strawberry lime smoothie, damn it. Mmm smoothie. I am however vastly amusing by the 5am super cycling class. There's a big room with lots of bikes, and these crazy lights, pounding house music, and all I could think was "Is that the exercise class for club kids?" I don't know if I could deal with all that techno at 5am.

So very tired now. Will sleep and dream of smoothies.

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I have to wonder if my life has at long last decided to dump itself completely and utterly into the Twilight Zone. I just had a long instant message conversation with Gene about Prague food, and I'm trying to convince Warren Ellis he should read my Livejournal. Not to mention getting up for the gym at 5am and then promptly lighting up a cigarette after the work out. The carpet bit Alan today too. I managed to smash a glass jar all over the tub while I was showering at 2am. Do I really need to go to work tonight?