Dough Diary

I have mixed emotions at the moment. I've been pretty good about my health kick this week, not eaten any marg on toast or in sandwiches and been to the gym 3 times, however I just had a KFC for lunch and am going to be out boozing pretty much all weekend. Ah well, you win some you lose some!

Anyway, back to my sleeping problems. I woke up again today in the middle of the night and immediately thought, "It'd better not be 5am", and guess what, it bloody was! I think my body clock is slightly knackered, or maybe I just need to get better blinds that block out daylight. Won't help with the frickin' racket from the song birds though!

I'm going to the Griffin or Brown's tonight. No one using a corporate Intranet with filtering will be able to see that website as it will be blocked for being sexual! All the more reason to go down and see it in person I say! Help keep these starving refugee exhibionists off the streets and off crack. It's immoral not to go, not the other way around. Besides, it's my mate Geoff's 26th birthday and as he's now a city boy it's in his contract to go out drinking 7 nights a week and go to a strip joint at least once a week. At least at the Griffin you come away having spent £30 rather than the £300 if you'd have gone to Stringfellows or Spearmint Rhino ( I won't even bother with the links ). My mate Andy's friend blew £650 of his £900 bonus at Stringfellows recently. I've gotta say that's a total waste of money!

Right, time to sort out my venue(s) for tonight's sortie.

I'm pissed off with birds. This time it's the actual ones that can fly and "sing" annoyingly very early in the morning. I was awake at 5am this morning and couldn't get back to sleep for the annoying birds that sing very loudly. These particular birds sound like alarm clocks or any kind of alarm really. Most annoying! And where were they at 8am when I actually needed to get up and slept through my alarm...no where!! Someone needs to train these birds to conform to our lifestyles and working hours...where's that Bill Oddy at, I've got a job for him? This obviously affected the girl I see on the train too as she wasn't there today. She must have lost sleep through the annoying birds and then slept through her alarm and hence, missed the train. So I'm annoyed with both kinds of birds today as I was all geared up to speak to her today!

This is the kind of thing Nathan would appreciate 1 Pixel per meter

I had a strange night's sleep last night. I woke up at 7am convinced it was Saturday. I rolled about a bit trying to collect my thoughts and then realised (a) I really needed the toilet and (b) it was Wednesday. I then thought, "well I've got another 45mins in bed anyway", and went for a snooze. 8.30am arrived all too soon, especially I was supposed to get up at 7.45. At first I thought, "shit I'm late" and then I thought, "shit, I'm going to miss seeing the fit girl on the train who wears baggy clothes". I wonder if she missed seeing me, I doubt it. I guess my slightly tardy beginning to the day may be related to option 2 from last night. Yes I did go to the gym and I was so knackered that I went to bed at 10pm instead of my usual midnight.

Things of note this morning. The T-Wolves lost game 5 of their playoff series with the LA Lakers. I can't see them coming back from this.

We're one day nearer Leeds Utd's thrashing by Arsenal, live on tv for the second time this season. They already beat us 4-1 at home, what on earth will happen this time?

I've got writers' block on my first day of blogging! I think my brain has died from having so little to do at work. The work that I do have is so un-challenging that my intellect has regressed to that of a factory worker. This is reminding me of my former job, funnily in a factory in Leeds. I wasn't actually doing manual labour but it wasn't far off. Wasn't a great career move for someone with a degree. Damn I was crap at interviews then! I must mention how easy my job is in my appraisal.

Now after a day fairly sparse in achievement (except for getting this blog working) I'm being offered three choices for the evening. Go home and do nothing, go home and go to the gym (and then do nothing) or go to the pub to welcome the latest new recruit. I'm sure we've already welcomed him once when he was hired, in fact I seem to remember him leaving the moment I got there. Still can't complain, he left me a comfy seat on the sofa in the Talbot and extra capacity on the tab. Anyway, back to the difficult decision. I think I'll take option two (gym) as I want my jawline back (my efforts must last longer than one week this time).

Seems I've broken the writers block.

Fitness - Who understands it? How come I can do a 20 mile bike ride with ease and yet walking up two flights of stairs knackers me out?

Ok, well I'm messing about with HTML when I have no idea what I'm doing. If things don't work that's probably why!

My chest hurts - a sharp pain right in the middle, the sternum I belive it is called. As Spike Milligan said "I told you I was ill".

OK, I think I might have deleted my introductury blog so I'd better write it again.

In note form - inspired to blog by coopblog. Disclaimer - take no offence to 'owt I write as I recently scored 21 on an online empathy test, which only puts me one point above the bracket "autistic"; so sorry for any lack of tact or delicacy you may encounter on this page. We're a bit blunt us Northerners (see Gazza, John Prescott, etc...)

I think I'm getting the hang of this blogging stuff although I still can't find my blog from yesterday. Patience will be required while I mess around with settings and stuff

I have no clothes!!! This morning I managed to rip the crotch of another pair of trousers (I'm not boasting or anything). I did this to my favourite trousers last week. I'm now down to one acceptable pair, maybe two. I had to resurrect some very baggy ones from my student days today. Feels a bit weird wearing them to work but I think they're ok. I so need to go to the States on a shopping trip as nothing fits me here. It's not the waist size exactly, it's more the cut of the trousers around the arse and thigh. I'm exceptionally stocky and only the Yanks and their baggy ways have clothing that consistently fits me. Shopping in this country is just a waist of time for me as things don't even usually get as far as getting buttoned up.