dear diary,

perhaps its a rare occaision in which I'm writing a blog at work.

I'm never posting on here. I keep fucking saying that it is annoying. I do think about this blog. I think about how many memories I've had talked about, how many things I've lived through.

I'm doing 3 jobs at the moment. I'm looking after a tv guide, I'm looking after a team of designers, plus i'm working in an odd thing called content syndication.

It's odd how i've ended up here.

Lately I have desired for simple things. A life of peace, inner and outer. A life of less worries. A life of better health. A life of self-improvement.

I should try to live by ideals, by espousing those values, speaking about those values more, and importantly, living them.

I have difficulties in my life. I think porn is possibly addictive; I am very much drawn to soft drinks, particulalry fanta, which is not good for my fitness. I also have difficulty sleeping and getting up. Those are the most important times for me. I have difficulty with facing my problems.

I worry that I'll become like dad. Dad always talks about the route of action with least effort, and he talks more than he does. Dad coughs so much and through the night. It upsets me. It upsets me when mum is constantly nagging, complaining about something. I should do more in the house. I do a bit, and I've done more than I have in previous years. I need to be better at home and better at domestics.

I've been really tired lately. I'm doing a 12 hour at work today. I feel that the new gym routine that I'm doing has given me more energy. It also helps to keep the sugars down on my food intake.
Well, I thought I'd try posting about my life. So I did.

Toodles