I am well again. I still have a bit of a cough but I feel ok. Finally.
Today is Day 2 of Stop Smoking II – The Revenge.
This weekend I watched 2 and a half films.
I also watched the whole third season of 24.
I also watched 3 hours of ‘Invasion’ on Channel 4.
I spent 97.69% of the weekend either in bed or wearing ‘jamas laying on the sofa.
This is why I am well again – rest!!
I ate well.
Until last night when I scoffed a ton of chocolate. I cannot smoke but I can have sugar!
I will be the size of a house by the end of the month.
Girlie # 2 is MIA. Appears that Karate Kid is much more interesting than the people she lives with. Good for her but I was getting lonely!
Girlie # 1 and I finally saw each other for the first time in 6 weeks last night. I have really missed her and we had fun watching TV and nattering.
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In other news, I would just like to state for the record that I HATE January. With. A. Passion. Like so much it hurts! To start with it is the month that never ends. I think it has something to do with being paid early on in December and then having to survive for weeks and weeks with no money as I have had to pay for presents / petrol to get home. It also has to do with the fcat that it is dark when I go to work and dark when I leave work. Sunshine? What the hell is that?
To top all this off we have the January Blues to contend with. Even if we try not to it is so hard not to compare ourselves to where we were this time last year and get hideously depressed when we realise that we have earned and spent thousands of pounds and all that we seem to have for it is more debts and a bigger bum. Well that’s me anyway.
I decend into the biggest most miserable-est funk that has ever been witnessed by man. I stop making any effort with myself or with other people. Invitations out have to be turned down through lack of funds and usually where I would just throw caution to the wind and decide to go out now and think about money later I still have all my good intentions flying round my brain and that stops me from chucking another night on the credit card just for the fun of it.
I look terrible this time of year too. My hair is back to the dark brown as sunshine has not sprinkled it’s lightening rays over my head for at least 5 months. All colour in my face has faded and I look disgustingly white. To top all of that off (or not as the case may be) my freckles have all faded and the ones that are left just serve to make my skin below look even more transparent.
Fresh air becomes a dream. If I am not stuck in a centrally heated office I am wearing 100 layers to try and keep warm at home without spending every last penny on electric. All attempts to get out and go for a walk are usually thwarted by freak rainstorms or biting winds.
All of this weighs heavily on my mind and then I realise that it is only the 9th. There are 22 more days of this depressing, evil month to go.
Oh well, it is not like this is anything new.
At least I go on holiday in 24 days!!!