My arse hurts. My muscles are going to be gaining muscles. I knew I was small, I've always been small, but having to lift weights? It's the most ridiculous fucking thing I've ever done. Sure, yes, I'll be playing against men two, possibly three times my size, but weights?

I was ecstatic when Gwen called practice early this morning. I haven't needed to get up before nine in the morning for... months. Months.

I need to go out. Maybe, when I get to know them a bit better, I'll invite Fab and Mina. Nothing like getting a leg up on your competition by getting drunk and learning everyone's deepest darkest secrets.

Though, I don't see Mina giving anything away. She's too... Mina.

Fabriana, though? Yeah. That's a girl I could see dancing on a bar top.

Maybe I just want to see her dancing on a bar top, but I'll just be keeping that to myself. She's far too tall for me, anyway.

I have a meeting with the Harpies' trainer tomorrow morning. We're going to go over my regime.

I have a regime.

Must owl Abercrombie. He was fun to run into. Literally. The man is solid.

I need to owl the boys. I have no idea where they are. I should visit.

When I can move again. Yes, I'll visit when I can move again. Right now, it's a bath. A long, hot bath. With bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles.