I'm off to the Dentist today after finding that I have, what must probably a tooth infection. It happened the last time I had a crown placed also. I guess it's the body saying, "Woah, I'm not used to this". I actually don't think that's why I got the tooth-ache, the real reason I think I because I used this new type of fancy tooth pick, which I think I poked into my gum and damage it and this is the cause of the infection.

Anyway, I worked this weekend. Had work on my brain. I guess, for a single guy like me, I don't affect anyone being unavailable, working late and over weekends. That said, Ive only tended to do it recently because I the release. Normally I turn off at 5:30 unless something is bothering me, then I'm switched on until it clears.

I've been on ibuprofen since Thursday to ignore the pain but it's pretty painful so in hoping I get antibiotics to clear it but at the same time I don't like the dependance on antibiotics - what you going to do, right - pain, swelling is kinda severe.

I've got another run tonight which I'm looking to, running though Lobdon's night lights are truly awe-inspiring. I've got a varsity assignment to get through which I know I should do sooner rather than later, because the more you do the less things you have to do - Genius, right?

I'm sitting on the tube, listening to ZZ-Top live in Texas and wondering how life can really quickly pass you by if you don't pay attention to it. Not only pay attention to it but appreciate and experience it, feel it, be it, be apart of it. I read today that 'to journey is better than to arrive' - Courtesy of 'Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance'. Sometimes I fall asleep on the tube and then wake up and realise I've lost 30 minutes of time, more importantly time that I can use to do quality things like read my good book, think, feel and contemplate. Sounds real philosophic - I know that but sometimes it's good to be philiosophic, philosophy is the reflection of a man's life in the mirror of time.

We have 11 people on this tube that I can see, as I look left and right across the the wide space adjacent to me. sometimes I look at people and wonder what their names are based on how their faces look, or how they look generally. Other times I wonder what these people do when they get up and leave the carrige and get off. Where do they go, do they worry about the same things I do? Do they think the same things I do when I'm alone? Probably I guess.

Had a magical run back from Work on Friday. Loved running next to the Thames with the lights shimmering across the water. So beautiful. Takes about 40 mins to do 2.7km-ish from Liverpool street to Waterloo. I'm planning to do this run every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Let's see how that pans out. Im fully into doing quality over quantity and that's how feel spending my running is doing for me.

I went into town today, went hunting for Garlic Tablets. I know, sounds very hippie but I was reading this morning how it's natures most powerful antibiotics. That surprised me. I have a dentists appointment on Monday because I have a sore tooth. I know I'll probably need antibiotics to clear the infection and swelling caused by the slight inflammation. So anyway with Antibiotics the modern day favour-saviour, I thought see what else non-prescription antibiotics there are. Garlic. oh...ok...Garlic. In the end apart from its antibiotic properties there are numerous benefits to having garlic regularly, other than warding of Vampires but I can now cross that off the list of I desperately need. I ended up getting 2 bottles of high potency garlic tablets. oderless. As it happens they were half price. Bonus coincidence, I guess.

Had breakfast, full English, tea and orange juice. Bought a silly boys mag which is the equivalent womabs gossip and fashion mag telling men what woman like, what I must wear and what I mustn't do and what I must do. I felt stupid reading it, positively regrettably and utterly waste of the £2 I paid for it at the news agent.

I logged back into wok when I got back from my Run on Friday an stayed up working until 1am. We still releasing. I wish we could just release and get it over and do with. Working on looming deadlines suck.

Snows been making an appearance of late and it's beautiful. I love seeing the tops of things covered in such pure whiteness. Took a video of my apartment today, just to be like, "here look this is me, my apartment and I'm happy with it. That and also it's going to be cool to look back at it in a couple of years and remember what fun I had.

The race was cancelled on Sunday due to the forecast snow which did start to fall late on Saturday. I was kinda hoping it wouldn't because I was looking forward to the trip down, the evening and the run I guess the most. Ended up in, most of Sunday. Bought a box set of movies and a game and played through them all by Sunday evening.

There was a point where I glanced out the window down at the street and saw the icing-sugar coating that the snow had made of the scene I saw out there. Very Festive, I guess - two months out though for Christmas.

I woke up in the middle of the night on Saturday with a sudden whirlwind of thought about someone else's programming problem I was looking into late on Friday. We stayed late at work, I was there until 23:00 testing a fix I had implemented 2 days before. It was kinda nice not to be chased to finish like most were.

Today I was caught unaware by my previous seemingly innocent bliss as it appeared that my work on Friday caused a problem. So I was now stressed and feverishly worked to understand how possibly I could have caused this. I worked the whole day on this and finally in a loosing battle teamed up with my manager and we found the problem so far removed from me i nearly cried in agony for my troubles. So as it happened I got my stress - I guess it needed to counteract the work-stress-release balance in the world. I left work feeling rather outdone and very victimised as I sulked to myself in whispered subliminal undertones as I listened to my colleague speak while walking to the train station.

I got my Java book I ordered today. it was pristine. I like that. can't wait to study it - I like the way this particular book outlines the methods and thinking processes around abstracting ideas into objects by a term commonly known by us programmers as object orientated programming or OOP for short. I read it first as a boy at the back of my parents car on a trip down to the Cape. It's amazing how much I can still remember about that book.

I'm reading Atlas Shrugged, Zen and the art of motorcycle Maintenance and God knows. Enjoying the time well spent.