What did we do before the wonders of technology? Before Google, and Facebook, Blogging, and Twitter (I still don't know what twitter is by the way.)
Who did we ask for things before Google? There are 293 million questions asked of Google every single day (I had to Google that to find out), so who answered them before it existed? And more importantly, where can I find him... Our pub quiz team really needs some help. There is something relevant coming from this, so bare with me.
Some good things happened today, technology based and it's been playing on my mind ever since. If you rewind your minds back a couple of days you'll remember me telling you my phone had a case of death (the bad death as well, the kind it dies from) so I posted here, on my blog, for people or person to get in touch. I got an email today, and from the person I was aiming that request towards (I don't think Greg Wilson, nor Jazzy B are reading this... Although if you are chaps, do drop me a line)
So this is how it worked, we met, we swapped relevant details, my phone got the bad death, i posted on a blog about wanting to hear back, and then got an email - now if this happened to my ma & pa, what the fuck would they have done? If the string between their cups broke what happens then... I'm marvelling, and this is boring.
As far as I'm concerned though it can only be a good thing. You reading this is already helping me get through this fast. I don't want to let anyone down, and really could have before deciding to blog about it.
Moving on, today has been more dull than this post so far. Absolutely nothing happened. Women are in hiding so no concerns there, work was an utter chore, and the cricket didn't help. I've meandered through today without anything happening, how boring can one day be?
The most exciting part of my day (other than the unexpected contact of course) was hoping in vain that this so called 'miracle colour remover' would get all the fucking pink out of my clothes.... Seriously. I'm 27 years old, I really should no better!
Sadly, my mind was clearly more frazzled than I first thought on the return from Vintage, and putting an over-dyed red shirt in with a load of sky-blues and whites was only going to do one thing.... Needless to say the 'colour remover' or 'waste of fucking money I could have used water and achieved the same affect' as I'm now calling it didn't do shit so there'll be some very well dressed (albeit very pink in colour) Pakistani children in the flood camps not to long from now.
On a final point, and I can't quite believe it myself, but today is day 22. This is more than 3 whole weeks without any sort of deviance from my original plan, and more importantly it really is working. I'm completely cured of any sort of emotional attachment to the girl that caused my downfall in the first place (emotional attachment...? what a horrible choice of words, it makes her sound like a car, or an old comfy armchair - and she's neither) I just suddenly realised that I'm just not thinking about her in that way anymore.
That's me, on my day 22, and I'm glowing with pride (alright, so it might be anti-wrinkle cream after yesterdays research) and in less than three weeks time I will be a changed man, just a changed man that can actually converse with the finer sex without sounding like Gareth Gates with the sexual prowess and charm of Gordon Brown.
