a start of things to come

It was a wintry September morning, with rain beating against my bedroom window like a relentless alarm clock nagging me to get up for work. After a battle of wills for roughly 45 mins, I conceded to nature (not the rain), and headed to the bathroom.

Decided to rock into work around 30 mins late - I believe preparation is key in life and I must get into training for doing sweet F' all for the next 7 months.

Stil sorting out various thing for the travelling and am bound to forget many more. Still, I'm also bound to forget that I forgot to do those things after only a small section of my trip, so I'm just going to forget about it.

First diary note, sorry "blog" completed. Probably the last.

Peace