At least that seems to be the flavour of comments I got from a lot of people. Personally I had a great bank-holiday weekend with the bad weather only getting in the way once. So, I’ll tell you about my fantastic time:

Stage one, I left work at 2:30 to go to Canterbury. Visiting Laura. This was very drunken but very good (to put it briefly).
Stage two, Left Canterbury (on Saturday) to go to Brighton to see the Breakin’ Convention. This was awesome, and I don’t use that word lightly. I found myself literally transfixed by dance. Which is even more special for me as it’s something that I rarely get to see. The only frustrating thing about the experience is that I can’t find a way of getting across to other people that weren’t there how mind-numbingly good it was. Got back home pretty damn late (well midnight-ish) and slept.
Woke up at 11 (unusual) and the weather was rubbish. However this did not get in the way of my plans to spend the whole day inside being lazy – which I accomplished with flying colours (or perhaps lying colours :). I did get a lot of reading done though, which is always good.

The only downside of Monday was having to go food shopping. Although I could have driven I still decided to walk there in the rain.
Chilled out for a bit, then decided it was a bit too chilled and put the heating on. Housemates got back from some rather disappointing outdoor gigs, and we all went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

The End.

Yes I’m learning tho touch tytpe. As you may be able to tell, I’ve jnt quite mastered it yet./ I was inspired whatn I saw an executie typw on the train doing some work. Very very slow one fingered typing from him. It occured to me that if he learned to type, tehn perhaps he woulsn’t have to work on the train. So I’ve started to learn myslef.

Evne thoiugh it took me much longer than usu;al to type of this semi-jibberish, I shall persevere,

Yesterday, as I was winding down to go to bed, I realised that I couldn’t find my keys. After a quick ‘bloke look’ (check all visible surfaces without moving anything) I still coud not find them. Being not overly worried and quite tired, I gave up and went to bed.
The next morning, this morning, I remembered the lack of keys. I was kind of hoping that someone would be in when I got back home so I carried on as normal. Then, just as I was about to leave I remembered. On the previous day (yesterday) I’d used my penknife scissors to trim my nails, then thrown it, with the attached keys in the general direction of jeans pocket. I’d missed.
Running back upstairs I searched through the pile of clothes where my jeans had been. Sure enough I found my keys. Marveling at the brain and it’s ability to solve problems over time, I left for work.

As you may have noticed, there hasn’t been much blogging here for a while. Don’t be down dear reader, I once read that in the modern age there are two lives, an online one and an offline one. You cannot live both to the full. Simply put, you can read between the lines (ish) and believe that if I’m not online much to post (or any other online type activity) it means I’m doing RL – Real Life ™ – type stuff.

I knew that spurning coffee and tea was a good idea, now I feel smug!

Day 2

Tesco shop – £22.19 (non-essential)

Total: £178.72 (156.53 essential – 88%)

Drinking your own urine!
Personally I really don’t see how this is good for you. Or indeed why anyone accepts it when they’re told this ‘fact’. Surely by the logic of ‘drink your own piss it’s good for you’ One could assume that eating your own shit is also a great way to improve your health. I’m almost 100% sure that you can get very nasty things happen to you if you eat your own shit. So I’m not going to fall for it!

It does however make me wonder how or even why people discovered that drinking your own piss is ‘good for you’. In some ways I like to think that perhaps in olden days a grumpy servant pissed in the kings wine every day. One day he got found out and put to death. Unfortunately soon after the kings health deteriorated and he died. People realised that drinking piss was a good thing.
There is of course a flaw in this flight of fancy. Is it still good for you if you drink other people’s piss? Perhaps there’s something different about your own. If you could drink others, then why don’t health food shops have high quality athletes piss on sale. You could even have different flavours: “Dislike the tangy aftertaste of quality piss? Try new cranberry flavoured piss, for the discerning debutant”.

In shot, I find it hard to believe, the possibility that piss is good for you is probably very reliant on the concentration of urea and other wastes. Even then I think it’s a bit of a wild statement.

I got home, thought ‘I’m hungry’ and ate. Completely skipping the whole ‘going to the gym’ thing. Then, to be even more of a rebel I went and played pool with one of my housemates. It was a jolly afair, a few drinks, back by 9:30…. Or at least that was the plan.
Five pints later and having just finished three games of snooker (after pool) we went home, cooked loads of food and I got to be at one in the morning.
So far I’ve survived today quite well, but I’ll be honest, it’s tomorrow that I fear….

This article about burn out is very interesting. It’s quite long so you’ll have to set aside a decent amount of time to read it, but it’s well worth it!
As seems to be the way with my random web readings it’s come at an opportune time to help me with things that are getting to me. Recently it’s been the feeling that I’m not getting anywhere with my guitar practice. This in turn leads to lack of enthusiasm and motivation to practice, which of course leads to even less progress. A dangerous spiral I’m sure you’ll agree. The problem? Well it’s related to burn-out, surprisingly. At one point in the article that I’m imploring you to read, burn-out is described as an imbalance between expectations and reward. In other words I’m expecting myself to be better at playing the guitar (among other things) given the amount of practice that I’ve done. Simply, I’m wrong.

Another problem is also touched on later in the article (I’ll admit I’ve yet to finish it – but I’m so eager to share it with you, you lovely lovely reader). is the desire to schedule relaxation – i.e. not-at-work-time. So I’ve remembered a time when life was simpler and I didn’t think too much about what I’m going to do when I get home. So this evening I’m going to the gym, and eating. Anything else will be on a whim.
I’m going to love it!

I went to the gym this morning. Nothing particularly unusual about that, except that I arrived on the dot of opening. Literally. It is the first time in my life that I’ve had to find the light switch in any gym. And starting to work out while the staff were still switching on machines – in silence – was definately a bit strange.

Put that in your resolutions pipe and smoke it 😛