Cold Turkey

I was very tempted to buy a can of Coke last night, to help me study. For the weekend I was at home alone and even more tempted by one of the cans of Pepsi that's been lying around for over a month now. But I resisted, and I've rediscovered the joy of Vimto. Just a few more days to go now. Then I can blow my mind with a heady cocktail caffeine and alcohol, not that I want to.

The fly was still there, in the same place on my bedroom wall, must be about six months without moving now. I think it's safe to say it's probably dead. Possibly, it's there to monitor my sleep. If I sleep well, that's a sign of intoxication. If I spend the night restlessly tossing and turning, that's a sign of a caffeine overdose.

Oh, yes, I was going to tell you, I'm going to be confirmed this Saturday at the cathedral in Birmingham. I don't want to make a big thing of it, I think it's a similar step to the one I took when I was baprised, as an adult. It seems that if I want to work within the CofE, confirmation is a necessary qualification.

Tinkety tonk!