I am still sick… I don’t want to write much. I have exhausted myself cleaning the flat between sleep. Why is it when you are ill that you cannot stand mess? The time I should not give a shit and let it all go over my head, I simply can’t. I can’t even be bothered to read. Oh it’s all too much, woe is me!
Oh I have been watching the second season of ‘24’. I loved it till the bomb went off and then Jack died and it all seemed WAY too far fetched! But then that’s why I love it I guess, maybe it’s the bug that’s making me lose faith in Jack?