Tomorrow, I'm going to write.

[dakfinv]

Honest. See, I was going to write today after I was done babysitting from 10am - 1pm. But while I was there, the mother asked if I could come back at 6pm so that she and her husband could go out to eat. So, when I finished the "first shift" just before 1pm, then came home, and only had about 5.5 hours until I had to leave again. In those scant

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[culf]

If it helps, you have no social life because people moved away. I have no social life because I can't be arsed to ask my friends if they want to hang out unless forced by my parents. Though now I'm blaming it on being to tired because of mono to do anything but work. Oh, blessed disease and the excuses you give me. Because of it, my parents no longer think there's anything severely wrong with me on a social level.

You know there's a life waiting for you in England.

[dakfinv]

Mono is a good excuse. No one will want to hang out with you if you have mono. Or leprosy. People don't like leprosy.

I know there is. I know. And I want it. Badly. The way I look at it, each day brings me closer, even if I can't see how.

[culf]

Leprosy sounds like a brilliant excuse for not being social. I may want to look into that.

I look forwards to the arrival of that day. And you know what, if it doesn't arrive before we're both far too rich to need flat mates, I still think we should share that flat.

[dakfinv]

If we're super rich, we could share an office-like flat? Or a really, really big flat filled with fun.