Woke at around 6am, feeling decidedly frisky!
Despite all the doom and gloom from the last few days, it didn't stop my memories and my imagination from getting together and creating some incredibly lucid dreams about Kate and me last night. So much so I had a bloody good wank shortly after waking (apologies if you choked on your cornflakes while reading this - definitely TMI, but it was nice all the same)
Had a good shower, wrapped a bath towel round me, and sat in front of my dressing table mirror while drying myself off.
Felt in quite a determined mood, and unlike previous broken relationships I felt this one was still worth saving. And as such have decided to keep the engagement ring I had originally bought for Kate a week or so ago, rather than posting it back to the jewelers for a refund.
I don't care what her parents think: I may have been "infected" as they claimed, but then again so was Kate back in November.
So this ain't over. Not by a long way!
Got dressed, checked my emails and this week's work schedule, while fitting in a bit of Tattle and some breakfast.
Am going to get all my complaining customers back on-side today, and will fully commit to a full day's workload to get things back on track.
I turned 28 just a few days ago, and I'm not going to reflect back on it in years to come with any bad feelings, regrets, missed opportunities or "what ifs" and "if onlys".
There's a great quote from the awesome film "The Shawshank Redemption"
"Get busy living, or get busy dying"
Too fucking right!