I'm awake

and so I felt I should probably use this time to blog...


today I have much to be thankful for,
firstly the bins have finally been emptied.
This may not sound like a cause for celebration, but as we've been having quite a lot of snow recently our rubbish has not been collected in well over a month (to be fair the first two weeks it wasn't collected because after we said to each other "oh we should put the bin out tonight as it needs to be collected" we all managed to forget).

Anyway now this calamity is over I am happy.

Secondly I have a rug.
A friend was trying to get rid of a rug (and as it happens a stereo and a lamp also), I have successfully relieved them of these items and made the lounge more livable.

However sadly I have a few more reasons to be less thankful.
I still don't have a proper job :(
and I think I may have managed to move from too patient with people, to being too easily annoyed.

but then again, on the real upside - I shall soon be in bed

well, maybe there's hope for me yet

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling