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So, for the second night running, I managed to get a good, sound nights sleep… which was promptly disturbed at 8am by the doorbell going. This time it was the cleaning company who do the communal areas [either that or someones flat is being done over and I let them in]. Don’t these people understand that I’ve got 11 years of sleep to catch up on? No doubt the postman will wake me tomorrow as I’m expecting some books from Amazon which will be too large to fit in the letter box.

And before you lot have a go at me with comments about being a layabout and the like I worked damn hard I worked I turned up to work for over 9 years to get this payoff. I think I deserve it

For some reason my brain keeps thinking I only need 5-6 hours sleep; my body strongly refutes this claim. Anyway, 6am saw me awake with a decidedly dippy tummy which really prevented any going back to sleep. As a result I’m up, dressed, breakfasted and now in the gym where I join you from a recumbent cycling machine 5 minutes into my last excercise. Let me tell you, blogging while peddling isn’t as easy as it sounds. Was hoping to get a swim in but i don’t think that’s a good idea given this mornings ailement.

Anyhoos, today see me luncheoning again (such a tough life), noodling round Oxford Street and Camdan, going to physio and playing pool. Should be a fun day.

Right: 7 more kilometres and I’m done.

Cute girl on train lives in Colchester within walking distance of the station. Will have to keep an eye out for here. And I can’t get my ring off. Going to try some soap and if that doesn’t work I’ll just sleep with the bugger on.

Yup, it’s the early morning I need to stop myself from falling asleep on the train after a night at sedition post resplendant with typos, spelling mistakes, a complete lack of grammar and no real point other than to stave off the sugar crash, caffine crash and near exhaustion which are my companions on the 05:30 to Ipswitch calling at everywhere.

On the plus side there is a remarkably attractive (in a girl next door type way, which I quite like) girl sitting in view and despite the fact she’s also obviously been out all night too and looks how I feel I’m rather enjoying looking in her general direction. Since she’s asleep and I can’t handle coherent thoughts I’m not going to talk to her. I’m also in desperate need of a shower which will give I’d +5 to repelling women and -3 to attractiveness. She also looks to be older than me which us a turn up for the books as I tend to go for early to mid 20’s.

So, yeah. Sedition. Well I thought it was bloody excellent with two good bands (might actually buy the first ones album if I can find it for sale), blinding DJ sets and me on the dancefloor solidly for over 4 hours. Downside: there were bugger all people there. Personally I’m not fussed if the dancefloor is empty since it means I get to monopolise the DJ and dance to my favourite tracks all night but one can’t help but think that it’s all going to go belly up if more people don’t turn up. That would be a Bad Thing™.

Given staying in London overnight is hideously expensive I need clubs that stay open till 4am at the earliest. 5 is better. That way I can pile out, jump on the first tube and grab a train home. Most clubs seem to shut too early and/or don’t play the music I want all night. I want to he able to hit the dancefloor, become one with the music and not worry about anything for hours. I’d also like the moon on a blue stick. Anyhoos, we’ll see what happens next month and I may have a chat with DJ Rex about bringing a box of glow bracelets and glow necklaces to give out just as another way to bribe people into coming out to play.

The other downside of too few people is they ended the night 40 minutes early You made me miss out on 40 minutes of destressing meaning I am only 83% destressed which means I’ll be 17% bitchier and whinier this month. You all brought it on yourselves so don’t come running to me Anyway, as incentive to come next month everyone who attends will be given immunity from the firing squads when I’m voted into power Lets just hope there is a next month. I’ll be miffed if there isn’t.

Tired, but my brain won’t shut down, which I guess is kind of understandable really. There are a lot of unknowns and trying to sort them out in my head tonight isn’t going to work because… well, there are too many unknowns. So, in no particular order here are the things keeping me awake:

Will my payout (because, lets face it, I’m unlikely to find a new role in the next 2 weeks) be as obscenely large as I hope/need it to be?

How am I going to get all my stuff from my desk home. There’s a load of it and someone is going to have to pack it all up for me if I can’t get into the office. What items do I want? What do I not care about? Even ditching all but the things I really care about (expensive keyboard which I bought, mouse, nice pen, books, more books, even more books) there’s still a load of crap, and since it’s mainly books it’s going to be heavy.

I need to set up a proper home office type thing so I stay in the habit of ‘working’, even if it is just noodling about with my blogs and sorting out photographs. This means getting a new desk, which involves money, which leads me to the payout question.

When is my tshirt for Sedition going to arrive? Will it be tomorrow so I can just pick it up when I go into London for lunch with a friend. What am I going to wear if it doesn’t turn up?

What am I going to put on my CV… actually… do I even have a copy of it… Hmmm, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that’s on my work computer. Arse. Pretty sure someone must have a copy of it somewhere. Actually, lets go check the RAID arrays shall we? … Hurrah for comprehensive backups So, yes, what am I going to put on my CV, I’ve always sucked at that.

How will I cope with interviews? I’ve given lots in my time, but being on the receiving end really sucks. My business knowledge is quite weak and I really don’t rate myself as being ‘all that’ when it comes to programming (although, to be honest, I rate most people as being absolutely shite given some of the stuff I’ve seen out there so I guess I’m still ahead of the crowd there ).

Will I even get interviews? The industry I work in is suffering rather a downturn at the moment which may last for a while.

… and so on and so forth.

Like I say, unknowns. Once I’ve got the cold hard figure of how much cash I’m getting I can then work out what kind of timescales I can live for before I need to start really pulling the horns in, before I need to start just accepting work anywhere instead of looking for highly overpaid work in the financial sector, before I return home having lost the house and everything I own… that sort of thing . I’m hoping it’s 4 months, 7 months, never - but it might be less.

Then there is the: do I pay off my loan and have less outgoings per month, or will I last longer just paying it off as I have been. Again, need to know the figures. On the plus side it will be nice to be shot of that

Anyway, all this rambling isn’t helping, worth a try though. Guess I’ll go sort out my CV until such point as my brain lets me sleep.

Early night tonight (for a Friday) as I’ve got a day long Tai Chi thing in the morning. Little miffed as it turns out the club I wanted to check out tonight hadn’t actually been canceled, but I figured Tai Chi was better for me than going clubbing all night, plus I’m absolutely shattered, I can always club next month and this is not a regular thing for the Tai Chi so if it’s good and I miss out I’ll be really miffed .

Anyway, the good news is my Camera which got borked a while ago isn’t going to cost as much to fix as I thought it was. It was the shutter that went, but it’s only 60 something quid (plus 180 quid labour and VAT, but I knew about that bit) not the $700 (which lets face it, is going to be £700 the way electronics work) which my mate was telling me a new mirror box can cost. Hopefully have it back in a week so I can start taking photos again

It’s 21:47 and I’ve done nothing but eat crap and play Magic Pen

And when I say crap I mean crap. I was supposed to go out and shop (got absolutely no food in the house whatsoever) but I never quite got round to it so dinner has consisted of 1 x lollypop, some x sherbert and 10 x megasour sweets.

On the plus side I now have more Grendel

Hmm - going to leave the last 2 sour sweets and have another lolly - they’re just a little too sour.

I got very little sleep last night courtesy of notwork rail who seem to be spending months using heavy plant and noisy equipment to do something to the same bit of track. Why they can’t do it during the day I don’t know as its a bloody siding!.

I’m also having a bad hair day.

So I’m back from my sojourn to Cromer Sur Mer and am enjoying my last day of holiday from bed. I really need to get up and sort out posting the photographs I took but before that I want breakfast, and in order to have breakfast I need bread and milk, and to get bread and milk involves getting up, getting dressed, going to the shop and buying some and I really, really cannot be arsed. I think hunger is going to win out over my lack of arsedness though. I also need to sort something for lunch. Meh.

So the upshot of the dream I had last night is that the block of flats I live in collapsed due to me overfilling the bath (thankfully I’d gone outside), my iPhone then got hacked and malware installed on it meaning I couldn’t use it until it had been restored (from my laptop which was under a couple of hundred ton of rubble), my insurance company wouldn’t pay out for anything as I didnt have reciepts (rubble again) so I went home (yes, I know, continuity error) to discover it was actually the block of flats next to me that had collapsed. Yeah. I thought so too