Update

Is it healthy to spend around 6 hours a day reading god-awful tabloids while dressed in pyjama bottoms and a football shirt? Probably not. Dad pointed out I'm only a tightly scraped back hairdo secured by a scrunchy away from being a contender for 'Miss Birkenhead'.

So I haven't exactly had job offers pouring in, and even if I did I'm not sure what I really want out of this life. I haven't seen any of my friends, and I haven't done much thesis writing. My life is a series of badly written tabloid articles, web browsing and faffing interspersed with sport..

The sport is going ok though- I'm training for a 10k and I've just posted my application for the Anglesey marathon. I will decide on a charity to run for nearer the time. I think under the circumstances MIND might be appropriate, but I'm open to suggestions. I'm going to have a go at football (soccer to you americanised peeps- I'm not investing in a helmet and shoulderpads just yet) too.. all distractions are welcome :-). I need to do some climbing too, but I might wait until summer, brrr... can't Russia send it's unwanted wether somewhere else?

I'm happy, it's just my life seems pretty hollow right now. I will sort it out- get up at a sensible time, keep my mind focused on anything for more than 3 seconds at a time, get a job, get fit... It's funny, I have an idea for a novel that has a central theme of 'does what we do define who we are', and I was going to argue that no it doesn't, but I seem to be proving that it does.

Sorry, I'm rambling on now. Love to the few friends that read this, you are all very nice and important people xxx