Ein Zwei Dry

I'm attempting to observe a dry week, this week.  It's tough though because the weather is gorgeous in London at the mo, and one's instinct once the barometer hits "lovely" is to sit in a secluded beer garden with the good lady wife and drink white wine.  However, one must be diligent.  Drinking late in the evenings plays havoc with my sleep.  You think you're asleep, but in fact your body is churning away like a prone, flesh-coloured steam engine.  Not good.

And I'm still drawing a blank on my attempts to master basic electronics.  Why are electronics buffs so miserly when it comes to doling out free advice on the internet?  Are they fearful I'll take their precious hobby and make it my own?  That must be it.  It would be more fashionably dressed if I did, let's face it.  Mind you, Stephen Hawking could probably say the same.

Rotters.

That was the year that was

Right, Christmas is done.  It's over.  Let it go.  It really didn't touch the sides, Christmas, this year.  Not a festive thought scudded across my brain the entire time.  We didn't watch a Bourne film, or Bad Santa - not nothing.  I used to love Christmas so much.  I really did.  Now that's gone.  Is this inevitable?  Perhaps.

I think I may have fallen for that idiotic trope of reviewing myself that people tend to do at year's end.  I'll be honest with you: I didn't like what I saw.  I have a boring, alienating job.  I don't work nearly hard enough at my interests.  I'm not thoughtful and/or dutiful.  And I drink far too much.  So, what to do?  Well, the drinking is easy to remedy.  The trouble is it then leaves a big old hole in my schedule, which is likely then to be filled with boredom.  I dread boredom, really really fear and dread it.  I've always run from its shadow.  This no doubt explains the drinking.  But I know I can't carry on as I am, so I'll just have to suck it up a bit, as they say.

Why am I bored the whole time?  Anyone?  What is boredom anyhoo?  I'll look it up.

This is interesting:

"To be bored, some scientists reasoned, 'is to be in a state of longing for activity but unaware of what it is that one desires and to look to the world to solve the impasse,'" - http://www.livescience.com/23493-why-we-get-bored.html

That's it in a nutshell.  But what to do?  It appears I have to pay attention to my thoughts and outside stimuli more.  It doesn't say how one is to do this though.  Should I take up meditation again?  I did a bit of this during the summer but packed it in as a bad job.  You guessed it: it was boring.

Shit.