sleepyhead

had written a post but didn't publish because it was too much of a downer. let just sum it up by saying it involved 3 seperate stories of people i know that and it involved death, prison and relationship breakdown. i might write about them in later posts but having them all in one was a bit too much.

anyways, the weather has gone shit again. grey skies, showers and its definitely not t-shirt weather. normal service resumed. you would think that i would have booked my ticket to cali but for some strange reason that even i can't understand, i haven't. i must be some kind of idiot or something and you know what will happen next. i will be ready to book it but when i check it, all the prices will be double what they are now and i will be pissed off.

work is ok but i have been on earlies this week and its been progressively harder to get out of bed in the morning. only one more day to go.

have been watching a lot of the tour de france on tv. it just makes me want to get out on my bike, but i can't because some fuck-head stole it. can you tell i am still bitter about it?. here is some inspiration below from a couple of years ago when the first couple of stages were in london. this man is flying and the way he takes some of those turns is incredible.

nothjing else of note going on. i have football tonight and it should be good. the one tiny miniscule good thing about cooler weather is that its better to play football in. it was very difficult last week.

i got a couple of calls about a job at a bank yesteday. it sounds really good but i have only been at my current place for 5 months and i don't want to get a reputation as someone who jumps ship every few months and it won't look good on my resume if they see i just walk out on jobs mid-contract. anyways, i will wait a few more months. if my current job extend me for another 3 months that will be perfect and set me up nicely for the end of the year.

today i have mostly been listening to passion pit - sleepyhead. this is music to lift spirits.

take care V. xx