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Having decided my head is too bad to move and with my lack of sleep due to the God awful wind all night ("The wind whistled all through the night and other Welsh hymns!"*) I have come to the conclusion that staying in bed is the best possible course of action.

But... this is me. I am not a stay in bed person although I have to admit to being awake all night but properly awake since about 8ish, I am still in bed and have been perusing blogs and software sites all morning. I have found a lovely new RSS reader, which apparently I've tried before as when I installed it it was already there, which means I must have not liked it compared to the other reader I use. Well I've left it running and I'll take a proper look eventually.

Lying in bed is great if there is something with you. And they are awake. A "lie in" (or is it "lay in") for me means staying in bed until 9.30am so to still be here at 10.30am is a beyond belief.

And with that I think it's time to get up, take some more paracetamol that never work so I end wondering why I take them in the first place, and do some house work.

TTFN x

*Tube of smarties to the first person to name the quote!

If you're going to try enticing people to your MySpace page with a "saucy" picture of yourself... try not make it a dirty picture!

Everyone in the world (from my perspective) is pursuing an apparently elusive and topical agent of the void known only as 'Happiness'. Sure, people don't wander up to me and say "Hey Rob. I'm looking for happiness today. Now I'm off to Jenners!" but it's pretty obvious that all our actions are motivated by this perplexing nine-letter word that starts with a 'happ' and ends with a 'ness'. There's an 'i' in there somewhere to, but he's been sent to his room for being full of himself. And no gay man can respectfully forget that happiness has a penis in it.

This frankly obvious phenomenon (the pursuit, not the anagram) only manifested itself into my gooey brain matter when myself and Brad got together. I know! A billion single men cry out in dismay!.... Not for me, but Brad of course. He's got an ass like a sentient peach trying to escape from a denim prison cell. Sweet!

But I digress....

It was only when we got together that I realised that happiness seems so elusive because for most of us it's already in our pocket, and we only lose it occasionally when we change trousers. I swear to Dorothy, when Brad and I got together, the second I stepped outside a Blue-Bird landed on my shoulder, and several strangers in the street joined me in an elaborate dance routine.

I was thinking that the world suddenly made sense again and that I was happy. It then occured to me that I had been happy before and that this never-ending quest for that nine-letter word isn't futile, nor pointless.

There's whole different levels and types of happiness, something I had seemed to have forgotten. There's the happiness with the one you love, or happiness in pursuing who you think you may love in the future or just sitting down for a pint with a friend. There are so many little things that can seem insignificant to ourselves, but mean the world to someone else.

It seems this pursuit of happiness is actually a sham, because all the happiness in the world has already been absorbed by our friends, family and loved ones, and it's up to you to get them to share it with you. A good way is to give them a ring if you haven't spoken to them in a while, or to simply invite someone out for a drink, or over to watch a movie. It's very simple, and you get to put a little bit of happiness in your pocket.

Try it; it's feels warm and tingly.