Hmmm...

I find myself contemplating a lot more than I used to even 3 or 4 years ago. Why can't I stop smoking when I know it's an expensive way to die slowly? Why can't I stop eating cack food when I get out of breath tying my shoes? When did I get road rage? Who is reading this? Anyone? Did I used to feel the cold this much when I was younger?

I think too much and do too little. If I spent anywhere near as much time exercising and eating healthily as I do thinking "ooooooh you look wide sunshine", I would be the proud owner of a six pack, not waddling round with a bad back and a wince and wheeze every time I see stairs. Right now is a prime example. I am sitting here tapping away, my sausage fingers the only part of me getting a workout. It's almost as if I am trying to convince myself that if I talk about it long enough it will happen. If I tell cyberspace I want to be fit, I will wake up in the same shape I was when I was 18. Not the shape I am now - hairy zeppelin.

All this mulling and cogitating is making me hungry and sleepy. A snack and a snooze will get me in the right frame of exercise. Will it guff.

Everybody needs good neeeeeeighbours...

We have a neighbour, he is a nice guy, well read and useful in a quiz. What is not good is when he breaks his key off in his lock, gets ridiculously drunk in the space of a few hours then vomits all over my flat. The evening started quietly enough; a few drinks down the local, saying things like "oh dear, broke your key, never mind, stay at mine". The evening took a downward sprial (bearing in mind it is a TUESDAY), when he started to down his pints of cider at the rate of two to our one. "I only have one day off and it's tomorrow" he chirped merrily as he quoffed his cheap fruity booze. A few hours later, we are back at the flat and he has been sick no less than 4 times. He has sprayed a little on the spare duvet, a little more on the bathroom mat, oh, and redecorated my living room litter bin in an interesting colour called "Spring Bile". I have gone to bed with 4oD on loud so I can't hear the retches. He better clean it up in the morning. Meanwhile, my flatmate and I are merely a little sauced, I am prowling round the flat like a fat angry panther looking for puke and the aforementioned flatmate has gone to bed.

I can't cope. I will update in the morning. Good luck everyone. Everybody needs good neighbours my arse.