This weekend past, was a lot like those weekends I remember when I was a teeny bopper. It started with a fabulous night out with my girlfriends. We drank bubbly, met two new girls to add to our crew and then danced until our feet hurt and our eyes went all blinky. Then we went to a mates where we cooked frozen chips and covered them in MSG loaded chicken salt (with some Seth Arfikan) name.
The rest has been a slow blur of chained naps, necromancy via fiction, teddy bears with 20's headbands and constant grazing.
Tomorrow, it's back to work with early breakfast meetings to head off project dramas and then on to writing code and getting stuff done.
There is only one thing I need to get life to the point where I am 100% satisfied with it - physical health and that starts Tuesday with my new personal trainer. Apparently, his name is Dorian. I can only imagine he is super fit and hides a painting at home of an ugly fat man. Oscar Wilde would be happy with that scenario.
Maybe happiness is just being who you want to be.