To make my life a little more interesting within the last 7 mundane days of my existence I have decided to abstain from partaking within nicotine varieties... ie to the lamen's I'm giving up smoking.

• Day 1 - No problem, only craving I got was after lunch...
• Day 2 - Took Erin and Paula to pub for lunch... CRAVINGCRAVING alert.. decided to eat their left-overs to mount a counter-offensive.. evening was harder.. decided to continue to eat the cache of sugar Mum has sent me from Australia... decided to shave areas on my body as I was bored...
• Day 3 - Itchy as hell!!! Craving x3 - In the morning while having coffee.. decided to scratch myself instead... Lunch time while I was walking around trying to find a place to get my hair cut today (Toni & Guy can go suck it!!!).. Seeing a picture of me on the site with a box of cigarettes in front of me.. damn I'm dead shhhexy!
• Day 4 (today) - a locum party at work which will no doubt become so debauched I will have to restart my count on Friday morning... that and I've been told that I am wearing a Santa Suit! The joy! I had a craving this morning when I left for work... have the early start this morning, so it's looking like about a 18 hour day for me, wish I got paid for it.
  My last weekend made me quit, it was absolutely the weirdest known to me for quite a while... well not as weird as the time when there was this woman and her... I digress... lets just say it was weird and I spent 3 and a half hours trying to get home somewhere South London at 12:30am Sunday morning. I was supposed to meet up with Wilko at Shep Bush to watch the Rugby and League match on Saturday and now I'm regretting missing out. I suppose a good note is that the lass that fell asleep on the couch on Friday night is still in contact with me.

Saturday has me going to SoYouveBeenDumped.com party somewhere with Lindsey (well I think I am, as Lin is somewhat shitty with me over something I really don't know about - my life story with women really). So I will be preying on helpless individuals who have recently lost, and knowing them they will be intoxicated... the rest is common knowledge for any bachelor. I dreamt about work last week, which does worry me somewhat. I do work 9 hours a day here and I do not think it is stressful, just tedious really, and I found myself waking up to a very small problem that I was going to fix that day. Alas the dream like many others was very pessimistic and allowed the Seven Sea's of Atlantis to come crashing down and make my life a complete misery. I went to work, not really thinking about it and fixed the problem when I arrived... it was a no-brainer (such one I can't even remember what it was). Why is it, that you're brain picks up on things that you may need to do the next day, which in some way relates to a problem at work/social settings/personal etc.etc. and turns it into the worst possible fucked up scenario? Is it your body saying.. well it couldn't get any worse then this.. and throws a fifteen foot banshee women throwing an armful of babies at you while you try to fix the photocopier or play a game of football while insects have taken over the world and now beginning to carry off all the virgin women around you and you must therefore use your trusty flamethrower (which you always carry with you on a football pitch)... alas the insects were in London and I continued my game of football as I think they starved to death from the lack of chaste. I digress.. maybe I just have a vivid sense of imagination sometimes.. last night I know I dreamt and I know I can't recall it, however I know I got up a 3am, 4am and 5am! Now I did say it worried me somewhat - when I dream about work, I know it's my time is nigh or I need a new challenge.

Anyways off to make a cup of Joe to start the day rolling, I'm sure I will be hanging up Christmas decorations today and pretend to be all full of cheer and glee... most people know how I am at 8am in the morning anyhow... hmmph!

Erin said to me the other week as I was drunk and all the women were talking about sex (of course I initated this for some reason as they kept talking about the MD again) .. 'Where is coital?' She says, My response after laughing... 'Would you like me to show you?' -- Then Sacha said the same thing to me 10 seconds later trying to find out why I was laughing so hard 'Where's coital?'.. after laughing even more my response 'Manage e Trios?'