monash dingbat, meet your maker.

tomorrow, 4.30pm. it's on like donkey kong (although i never really understood that idiom).


the next twenty four hours will be an exercise in psyching-myself-up.


and, for the record, i can't help but feel like because i said  i would be writing this into my diary, i actually am. that doesn't mean anything really, because i still have no control over what monash dingbat is going to say or do or what ridiculous hoops he is going to try and make me jump through, but i have accomplished a very small step in a very large scheme to be that motivated, strong, boxing-gloved woman. a small step in seeing-who-i-want-to-be. (i know, i know, boring right?)


so, bring tomorrow on. make it difficult, dingbat. make me sweat and clench my jaws and pump my fists. because i'm ready for it.


stay tuned for tomorrow's post: will it be a victorious, slow motion run-round-the-block kinda entry, or a face in my palms, kill-the-world kinda entry? anybody's guess.


-- R.