Monday morning. It's misty outside and so very cold.
PT invited me to his home.
What should I do with this attack?
I'm pretty at a tolally loss with his actions lately.
I won't go. Anita will come by tomorrow in the evening, so I will have an excuse.
But all this acting against my feelings makes me sick.
PT already continued to make my training schedule in swimming. Looks pretty much, what he wrote inside so far *sigh*
Please God, make this day go by quick.
9:45 am - October 19, 2009
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