Happy New Year.
So, so long 2009 and may you never darken my door again (I'm pretty confident that on this point, I can say it won't), for you have been possibly the worst year in living memory for me and my fortunes;
Finally lost all hope of being with the one person I have (sadly too late) come realise is the only woman I have ever truly loved.
Best friend moved back to Glasgow.
Work deteriorated more and more and is heading towards an inexorable, redundancy orientated conclusion.
My stress levels rocketed, and I've lost a fuck load of confidence/self worth.
Thank you so much 2009. 2010 isn't looking too pretty either, what with the redundancy thing getting ever closer, and money therefore becoming scarcer to lay my grubby mitts on.
On the plus side, I do love a bit of snow, and, well, there is a lot of it about right now.
Ah fuck it, I guess it'll all turn out for the best at some point in the near future.
So this Christmas period has taught me that:
If I'm going to take up running on a regular basis; making a promise to myself to start during the worst weather the country has seen for many winters was possibly not the best piece of timing.
On the plus side i got a fancy Nike+ thing that berates me into following through with aforementioned promises.
(It's like wearing the future on your wrist!).
Ice is slippy (I thought I'd already learnt this lesson, apparently not).
There is such a thing as too much butter.
I'm rubbish at chess (but am determined to get better).
Well I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and New Year, despite the dreadful 12 months that lead up to it, mine was pretty nice, it was the first time I've ever had more than a couple of days off, and I spent them wisely (by doing very little indeed), drank booze (hot buttered rum is a source of severe heartburn it seems), saw family, ate food, and then watched a lot fireworks.
2010, welcome and do a better job than your older brother, he was rubbish.
So, so long 2009 and may you never darken my door again (I'm pretty confident that on this point, I can say it won't), for you have been possibly the worst year in living memory for me and my fortunes;
Finally lost all hope of being with the one person I have (sadly too late) come realise is the only woman I have ever truly loved.
Best friend moved back to Glasgow.
Work deteriorated more and more and is heading towards an inexorable, redundancy orientated conclusion.
My stress levels rocketed, and I've lost a fuck load of confidence/self worth.
Thank you so much 2009. 2010 isn't looking too pretty either, what with the redundancy thing getting ever closer, and money therefore becoming scarcer to lay my grubby mitts on.
On the plus side, I do love a bit of snow, and, well, there is a lot of it about right now.
Ah fuck it, I guess it'll all turn out for the best at some point in the near future.
So this Christmas period has taught me that:
If I'm going to take up running on a regular basis; making a promise to myself to start during the worst weather the country has seen for many winters was possibly not the best piece of timing.
On the plus side i got a fancy Nike+ thing that berates me into following through with aforementioned promises.
(It's like wearing the future on your wrist!).
Ice is slippy (I thought I'd already learnt this lesson, apparently not).
There is such a thing as too much butter.
I'm rubbish at chess (but am determined to get better).
Well I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and New Year, despite the dreadful 12 months that lead up to it, mine was pretty nice, it was the first time I've ever had more than a couple of days off, and I spent them wisely (by doing very little indeed), drank booze (hot buttered rum is a source of severe heartburn it seems), saw family, ate food, and then watched a lot fireworks.
2010, welcome and do a better job than your older brother, he was rubbish.
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Whats the Nike watch type thingy all about? I could do with something to berate into exercise too!