I like monkeys.... Half feel like I am a monkey most of the time. Constantly farting about and generally doing what I want cause I'm so awesome I can get away with it (I wish). Target for this year then... Looks likely that the adding more to my salary is a done deal. Now need some more goals although not ones involving boys. That's unachievable. Plus it doesn't help putting pressure on myself to try and achieve silly goals of the heart that I have no control over. A nice new goal came from the nice lady from my Nuffield health assessment. Apparently I have a bit of a tummy. (which I knew!) and slightly high cholesterol (5.1 where 5 is normal). Basically I'm fat and unhealthy - in a nutshell. As such she sent me a very badly written (and not spell checked) huge document showing my health in detail. - its the 30,000 mile MOT - but mine I left late as usual! She recommended doing more running - I like running! Although the "do a 10km run a week" may be slightly unachievable. Well I did try and ended up not walking for a week! But to spur me on I created some hard goals. :) First - lets do the Richmond 10km run next month Second - proper race the Manchester 10km in may Third - end the year with the great north run! Ok I think that's achievable. Did want to do the mud run which is a half marathon through mud. Although decided I may die if I do that. But it does look fun from both a outdoor perspective and from a dirty. It perspective. Sorry will keep it in my pants! Question is will the goals lead to the weight of 70kg and reducing spare tyre? Or do I need Patrick the personal trainer back ;) Later this week off to Germany and will be there for 4 months - coming home at weekends of course. Leaves me in a strange quandary as i like idea of working overseas and this is the first opportunity I have had. Probably with a fair bit of international travel. But new job on table involves working very much in uk. Not just uk but the arse end of the world - slough!! Saying that I get a nice fancy title. And loads more cash!! I suppose I should touch on the man front a bit. Well things are still quiet. I'm not racing to find a partner. I'm pretty happy with what I have at the moment. A nice house mate to keep me sane and argue with, and just meeting friends for drinks. Sex isn't the be all and end all and I'm figuring that. My sex drive has dropped through the floor such that I'm not been led by my cock as much. Is this growing up or am I just under too much stress or is the burying head in sand starting to push me to not be controlled by my feelings anymore. Led by the head than the heart. Maybe. Sometimes the heart does rear its ugly head and make me feel like shif. But on the whole I would say I'm getting better at controlling feelings - or suppressing them ;)