Surveying the wreckage (death count unknown)

After a ridiculous night of friends, music and Morrison's larger antics i find myself sat at a computer in attempt to do anything but my to-do list.

Dan's to-do list:
Tidy up.
Apologise to next door again for the fact someone took their marijuana plant.
Eat more.
Dummy pack for the states.
Studio.

Some of them are more important than others, like eating, per se.

My flat is absolutely trashed, i smashed my watch, favorite tea cup, there's a baby car seat at the bottom of my stairs (the only baby related thing I'd like to see on my doorstep for the foreseeable future cheers).

My neighbours poorly maintained murijuana plant was thieved, it was far from smokeable. I'm blaming the guys from Blakfish based on Rich's dreadlocks- i am the king of generalisation.

My stomach is now making awful awful noises, i dread to think what goes into Morrisons' larger... tramp piss and discharge from a hookers panties? I think so. And if any of you know me that well you'd probably expect me to be somewhat aroused by a hookers discharge, let's be honest....

Spending 6 weeks abroad with 2 t-shirts, a pair of jeans and some shorts is stilll on the cards, i just need to maximise space in my bag type thing.
This is vital so that Hannah
a) doesn't reprimand me with 'I tol d'ya so.
and
b) stops acting like my Mum.

Studio tonight, so so keen. We're already your favourite band, you just don't know it yet.

Popping my blog cherry?

Does everyone refer to a first blog post on here in parallel to the first MySpace comment on a friends profile we used to hold so graciously?

Whether that's the case or not, but i'm bringing it back.

Thought Of The Day:
Forces and mind-sets like frustrations and fear are like diseases. They manifest inside our minds repetitively cycling endlessly around thoughts that are useless and draining.

This idea was a big player when kicking anxiety out of my body just over a year ago. The fact i couldn't walk with my girlfriend (at the time) to a bus station and spend the day in one of my most favorite towns in Bucks is such a waste?! Instead of coining a nice day, a good moment, it was wasted and replaced with negative energy.

Looking into statements like my thought of the day allow a reflection into dropping self indulgence for a sense of self. Given a choice between fear and becoming at ease with reality.... it's a no-brainer.

Anyway, 21 days till my big trip and i'm almost finding my excitement leads me to be acrimonious to my current place, state and routine.

Second Thought Of The Day:
Fuck Routine.