At work we have various boxes of chocolate etc as we are in the final working week. I have picked fir days now from nine am till half four. My teeth hate me and my mouth shrivels at each chocolate I stuff in. I believe my trousers will be falling out with me soon. I am not going to watch what I eat other than to check it's being directed towards my mouth. Alcohol shall fall on top of yesterdays and the circle of life will continue into January. Lifes too fleeting to worry. 
The wrapping is 98% done. The food shop is almost completed. 
In other news I have got the skeleton of a story down on paper. Now I can sit down and work on it. If I complete it I can then analyse what I am rubbish at. I've always wanted to be a writer so now I intend to become better than mediocre. I failed English. I write this and never check it back for mistakes which I accept there will be. Sorry reader. I hope to improve over all in the future. But I also intend to drink myself to an early grave...... Oh well you can't have everything.