Excessive overtime hours and the late nights and early rises are maybe starting to play havoc. It's a good job I'm sober as alcohol on top of this scenario would be a killer. But as long as the money keeps getting raked in, the more relaxed I can become about each small amount I spend. I think the headaches that I am suffering from is due to a continuation of fix or six hour sleeps each night. But sod it, I will rest over the festive season. There are pleasures outside of the world of beer which continue to entertain me. My happiness continues to increase each week and my inner self belief is soaring. When the new year begins I think It will be the most contented I have ever been. 
I have emerged from the blackness of my soul and I stand in the light, purring downwards into the abyss from which I emerged. My life has been transformed in the last twelve months and the pain of that rebirth  is almost gone completely. There is just the cobweb residue to brush off and we can start the last half of my life. I feel like my life is a mountain and I am maybe reaching the pinnacle where I can see where I've been as well as where i am headed. Towards the end of my life I will take up drinking again and throw all that I have learnt onto paper. Painting, bleeding and writing my life force I to a number of images that will out live my body. 
The only thing that stands in the way of this master plan is the element of surprise. 
But maybe expecting a surprise will also take the surprise out of it when it comes to mess my plans up.