Been unwell lately. I felt like I was awake all night last night and I probably was. It's the flu, my immortal enemy. I didn't go I to work yesterday either: at 7am my alarm sang and as conscious took effect I knew I wasn't with it per se. Actually most of the weekend was like this. Having said that, apart from all the sniffles, sneezes and tissues - I had a really good weekend. Weird huh? Yeah, on Saturday I was in my lounge, all wrapped up in front of the TV and I watched some real good movies. Midnight In Paris is my favourite. It's got so many real life elements in it that I relate to in my life. Then their was Big Year, which was funny.

I also started a programming project and it was so good. I think a good project is one that is frustrating but you keep pressing on until you get where you want to be. It was like that this weekend. I had one this time a moment of frustration that relegated me to the shower where I usually figure stuff out or at least think differently about stuff and get away from the problem.

All of this I could do at home without having to leave home and endue the cold, the very source and resting place my nemesis, The Flu. Which I'm sure will be looking out for me all day today and the days to follow.

I'm on the tube, on the Northern line, passing somewhere between Clapham Common and Clapham North. Yesterday I slept most of the day which might account for me not sleeping most if the night last night. When I did wake up, I sluggishly found myself fairly sorry with myself and also found a distinct lack of anything in the Fridge. I think the worse thing is knowing you must go and eat and you must do it by going outside, shopping. If I didn't have to eat, I wouldn't but God made me quite like the taste of a good Mushroom, courgette and tomato omelette at any time of the day really. Not only that, I make the best one of these known to me.

I had another interesting thought recently, but I've forgotten what it was. I thought I'd mention it though as I did have it momentarily.

Since me getting ill, I've decided to not exercise that much from now maybe for another week or so. Also I got to figure out why I got ill to start with...Diet? Over exercise? Coincidence? But I'm on the mend now so that's ok I guess. Sore throat is gone but still, found my way into Boots to stock up on pocket tissues and I've ram jammed packed every pocket in my coat with them. Here's another strange fact: I love having tissues available when I need them. Almost akin to a tradesman having the right tool for the job. Only, being snotty and ill is not my job - I'm just covering for someone at work who'll catch my cold very shortly. Kidding, my flu is done I think. Another thing sorta weird thing is my reluctance to blow my nose on the tube. Anyway.

You know sometimes I feel my life is gearing up to something but I'm not sure what it is. Change is ominous, right? Risk is uncertain.

Been reading a new book, didn't finish my last one. This ones an action one. It's bothering me a little because i can feel the author in it, writing it and saying stuff in certain ways strategically. i don't like feeling that i sense the author is around but ill probably get over it.

Bank is the next and preliminary station to mine do I'm kinda going to have to wrap up now. /div