so.

its been a while. Currently at my mothers house.

I've moved house. So far, so good. Everyones warm and friendly. My room is small and cute. Im only one person, how much space do I need? I dont have as many things either. Its nice.

I got the dreaded flu. Knocked me for six. I hate being sick. I feel horrible for not being at work. I know how difficult it can be when your down a staff member. I have this terrible work ethic which tells me "You must go to work, always". I dont understand how people can just call in sick so easily. How sick can you be? Are you dying? Elephant crushed your face?
I get sick alot, constant sniffles and hayfevers but I dont get ill. Not like this. Every time I cough its like I am trying to push sand up out my lungs. Its a constant annoyance. I am fatigued too. Its hardwork, this being sick business.

Because I havent worked, I have no money. Because I am sick I havent really left the house so I cant spend my non existant duckets anyway.

Things are changing. Things have changed.
Sometimes, its all very tiring.