vapourized

Moved house on the weekend. Minutes of fun. I only moved because my old place was sold ... was living by myself and now I am back in the share house system, albeit with a rather plumb setup. I've got an entire 2-storey garaga/bungalow area to myself ... all our band equipment including my drums! (for the first time in, well, ages, I am living next to my drums!) , my boxing gear and my bar fridge, are downstairs. Upstairs is my actual living area which is pretty spacious. I have by own bathroom as well, which is nice. I am very self-contained.

Boxing has suddenly taken on a life of its own. What started as a funny joke last year ... to become a ChessBoxer (very lame idea, but amusing) has now gone totally out of control. I am training 6 times a week, I've lost about 5kgs and my trainer says if I lose another 5kg, he'll get me a fight. I've never actually been in a fight, but suddenly I know how to punch. I've never actually punched anyone.

On the plus side I haven't been this fit ever.

Other than that nothing much.
Little bit of X angst, which is dumb.
Writing some music.
Bought a new keyboard off eBay.
Work.

Oh, and I'm not drinking or getting involved with any girls for at least 3 months. Girls are fine, it's easy to avoid society . The drinking is the hard part, particularly being in a band, and having a bunch of heavy drinking friends ... I just hide behind the whole boxing thing, but mostly it's to avoid getting terribly depressed.

On that chirpy note ...