It's my first day back at work from what has been an eventful and fun holiday. Mandy and I shared our first Christmas as a married couple, our first New Year together...good times all of them.

Add to all that the fact that I did not get any work-related calls over the vacation period, and it should all add up to a refreshed, re-invigorated me.

It should, but it doesn't. Not really.

Walking through the door this morning didn't feel like the first day of a new work-year. It felt like the same old same old. Nothing new. Same faces, sounds, smells...like I never left.

I think I'm in a rut. This job is the first one I've kept for longer than two years and I think I'm becoming restless. I miss that new job feeling.

I know, I know - I should be grateful I even have a job. But my Dad's death has made one thing very clear to me: life is way too short to live it any other way than exactly how you want it to be. I want to...

So I've been officially married for just under 5 days and lemme tell ya, it's friggin' awesome!

It's a weird feeling, the constant happiness. The constant sex. I swear there's some kind of pheromone emanating from her wedding ring that keeps me horny. All. The. Time.

Since we didn't live together before, the past few days have been a beautiful learning experience for me - for the both of us, actually. Working out routines in the morning, learning how she likes to be held when she's falling asleep (and then nearly kicking her outta bed later on). She'll make breakfast and I'll make the bed...really symbiotic. I think that's the idea.

Getting used to living on our own has also been made easier by the fact that there's two of us, sharing the load. I think Mandy's going to be homesick for a while, me too a little. We both miss our sisters (we both have two, younger than us) and their constant presence.

We're still packing...

So here I sit, the CD duplicator/printer humming away in the background, working hard to get the 100 CD's done for the wedding favours. You'd think it hard - under the circumstances - to feel 'weddingy' when it feels like there's still so much to do and time's running out. Surprisingly, however, I feel awesome.

I'll be married in exactly 25 hours. And I can't friggin' wait. I'm actually excited, something I didn't think I'd be feeling. I'm all calm on the outside but inside I feel like I'm bursting! I mean fuck, I'm about to become a husband!

To be quite honest, there's not too much to be stressed about. Apart from these CD's, all the preparations are virtually complete. All our service providers know what to do or have already done it. (Almost) everything's paid for. Our new flat is finally furnished and although the cupboards are bare, there's beer in the fridge.

Through some freak tradition that I was not aware of, I'm not allowed...