New Years Eve

It was a weird New Years Eve celebration on account that I'd decided that I was not going to drink alcohol. I'd done this every New Year since I could, and I just wasn't going to be bothered with a stinking hangover the next day. This was when I discovered Red Bull. A great night was had by all. My eyes were on stalks, and I could still feel the room moving, and hear my ears buzzing the next day. So not much different from alcohol then.
Any way, I digress. Is that spelt right?, as I've never used that word in the written form before. I had one of those, what I call a "ping moment" during a quite moment in the middle of the evening. "This Year, I was going to learn LeRock dancing, and do that life coaching course that I've kept on talking to myself about for the last 4 years or so". It really was a crystal clear decision. I couldn't remember a choice being made with such a sense of clarity and determination.

Damme that Red Bull was good.

I can remember the excuses. Haven't got the time, the money. I've got too many commitments. I'm too busy etc. So I found the time, the money, and decided to commit. All of a sudden I wasn't too busy. In fact I started to realise that I was bored. Probably because I suddenly lost my appetite for PC war games. 

By the way. The hangover you get with Red Bull isn’t as bad as alcohol, but it still made my head spin.