Don’t be fooled by the towel that I got, I’m still, I’m still Amber from the blog…

What’s that in my hand, I hear you ask excitedly? (Note: not really, but let’s just pretend, ‘kay?) Oh, nothing much… just my FREE TOWEL that I picked up today, having successfully completed my thirteen visits to the gym in the first month of membership, that’s all:

Whee! Dontchya wish your towel was hot like mine? Dontchya?
It’s ready for its close-up:

“My owner went to the gym and all I got was this lousy towel… P.S. I will probably pee on it later.”

So, yeah, that’s the fruit of all my hard labours at the gym. Kinda crappy really, isn’t it? Now I will never have to go back again! Weird thing, though: during my thirteen-but-actually-fourteen visits to the gym this month, I have actually learned to like it, just a little bit. I mean, today I even ran on the treadmill as opposed to just walking on it while flicking through my iPod playlists, and that’s a really big achievement for me, y’know? In fact, as soon as I’m finished writing this entry, I’m going to go and order me a new green hoodie to replace the old green hoodie that (ahem!) worked out so well for me last year. * Cough * So, it’ll be the new new green hoodie. I am excited already.

Anyway, from the plethora of photos of my towel, and the talk about hoodies, green or otherwise, you will have concluded that either:

a) I am going for the title of “Most Boring Blogger of 2007” – and looking likely to win it

or

b) There is STILL absolutely nothing happening in my life at the moment.

Um, I guess it’s a bit of both, really, but at least by writing this post I will give my mum something to say when friends of hers ask her what exactly it is that I do for a living – she will now be able to say, with pride, “Oh, you know, she takes pictures of towels and posts them on the Internet. She’s one of those ‘bloggers’.”

As it happens, though, I have been working very hard recently – so hard, in fact, that I have had to take the almost unprecedented step of trying to get up early in the mornings in a bid to fit it all in. Yeah, that sucks. When you tell people you work from home, they instantly imagine it’ll be all sleeping until midday and watching daytime TV, but they are wrong! Sometimes even I have to drag my sorry ass out of bed at a decent hour of the morning, and that really doesn’t go down AT ALL WELL with the sorry ass in question.

This morning, for instance, I was awakened by the alarm on my phone, which I had cleverly set last night, forgetting that sometimes my phone likes to just randomly select a ring tone to apply to its alarm, and sometimes that ringtone is – why, it’s the one that sounds JUST LIKE A RINGING PHONE!

That was how I found myself leaping from my bed in the early hours of this morning, shrieking to Terry that “OMG SOMEONE HAS DIED AGAIN! AGAIN!” Then there was another few brief moments of panic as I decided that it was obviously TERRY who had died, owing to the fact that I bounced around screaming for at least a minute before working out that, whoops, it was just the alarm on the phone, and Terry DID NOT BAT AN EYELID or move a muscle. I think I now know why he never manages to get to the phone in time when The Phantom Phoner calls…