What A Wonderful World :|

Today I went to the shops, took the dog out for a walk, made lasagne and sat on my arse for the rest of the night. I also started and finished a book.
Excitement levels are pretty fucking high.
I can't wait to start working again.
The only time I reckon I'd be happy with this much free time, is if I had a drug habit. Oh that would be lovely.
The more cocaine the better.
I'm writing a book aswell. I didn't mention before, probably because it's about as mundane as this post. It's got no wit, no charm and nothing that would interest anyone.
I start everything of with the best intentions, and the motivation to finish a project. But, unfortunately, i'm one of those irritating cunts, who rush and ruin things when they get bored or frustrated. I guess you could call me that in most aspects of my life. Except cooking. I don't rush that, and I am particularly fussy on the presentation. I used to care about my face like that. Pah, not anymore! I wake up feeling like I should be an advert for weightwatchers and some sort of skin betterer (If that's a word). But then I get over it and wash the dishes and sweep the floor.
Some days I wake up and think I'm the bees knees, and then I go into natural light and that changes. I don't feel pretty here at all. I don't know if the mirrors are different or the sun is shining in a different light, but I felt like a sexy god when I was back in the UK. The mirrors made me look better.
I'm just rambling to pass the time until it's a reasonable hour to retreat to bed.
My goals for this year:

• Lose a bit of weight.
• Get over myself.
• Start work. And:
• Become the positive little hooligan I used to be.

I have nothing else to contribute.

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