So, at the end of today it'll have been seven days without alcohol. This must be a first for me, quite seriously probably since I got to Uni. Even when I was on holiday enjoying myself in South Africa, I drank. When I'm at my parents, I often go to the local pub. I'm always drinking at Uni, of course. When I'm visiting friends, I'm always offered alcohol or we go out to the pub. I've really not gone a week without alcohol in nearly three years. Frightening.

I've already noticed having much more time available in the day. It's great, I can do work in the evenings rather that sitting there like pissed as a fart.

However, the novelty of this whole non-drinking thing is already beginning to wear thin. I've sobered up and got used to the news I received on New Years Day. There are three occasions where I'd want to drink this month.

• The first is tomorrow at housemate Chris' housewarming party.
• The second is next weekend at the wine reception after the Multimedia Conference I'm part-organising.
• The third is for home-friend Tom's birthday, clubbing in London

All in all, I'm struggling to maintain the mindset that a month off alcohol is a great thing to do.