Settling In

Welcome to 2014.

I feel like I'm about to tempt fate here, but January is usually the time the S.A.D kicks in. I'm yet to feel any signs of it. Even earlier today, I started thinking the impossible. Maybe I've been misdiagnosed and the stages I've had in the past have merely been coincidental with the time of the year? Its strange that these stages are hitting later and later each year. Now that I feel like I've earned things in life now I'm truly independent, I might feel much better about myself and feel like I deserve things more. We shall see. But I'm quietly optimistic.

New Year's Eve was immense. I started drinking as soon as I got home from work, (yes, that's 4:30pm) and didn't stop for 12 hours. New Year's Day wasn't pretty. But those massive amounts of alcohol were my last for a month as I tackle the Dryathlon. No alcohol for a month, saving money and my liver for the time being, and also raising a bit for Cancer Research along the way.

You can donate here: www.justgiving.com/mitten2014 - Please give anything you can. It might seem like the simplest of challenges compared to some others you see, (There is currently a British man running the width of Canada dressed as The Flash...), but that's not really the point. There's a charity involved, and a damn good one at that. And have you seen how difficult it is for me to resist Jack Daniels at the weekends? Exactly!

A couple of other changes coming up soon aswell, most notably a considered and non-rushed approach to finding a new job. I need something busier, more active and ultimately more rewarding. There's no time limit though.

Back to watching the 5th and final Ashes test, (finally), where we have started off in a mediocre enough fashion but will no doubt let ourselves down with the bat again. I was reminded earlier this evening that I said, before the series began, that I will donate my liver to science if we lost the Ashes series 5-0.

Scientists. Grab your lab coats.