get all bent out of shape worrying about things that I had no real control over.  I was paranoid, until I realised that the buggers where out to get me.  All that is gone now, I don't worry anymore, well not unduly, if the kids are late in I get restless, but all this pondering on the workings of the world is gone. 

 

I now work on the principal 'that until proved otherwise, everyone I have contact with is an arsehole'.  This works in the sense that the majority of them prove me wrong, which gives me a good feeling and fills me with optimism, those who are arseholes don't disappoint me cos it's what I expected.  Glass half empty and all that.  So now I am less prone to getting rat faced and spouting off inane rhetoric and feel that getting out of bed is worthwhile again.  That and the promotion at work gives me a sense of worth which was missing before.

 

Why am I putting all this down now, why not?

 

Why did the pervert cross the road

 

A) Highlight to read 'because he had a chicken stuck on the end of his knob.

Went to see the doctor about my general malaise.  He said i was a little run down, funny I didn't even see the car (ha ha..groan).  Anyways i am now taking loads of different herbal remedies and shoving a medicinal steroid spray up both nostrils, (not as I'm typing this, obviously :-} ).  The end result is I' feeling a little better', but I am starting to rattle and my nose is getting very muscular.

 

Red Ken has been out of the news for two days, I hope he's ok.