Chapter 65: In Which We Think We Are Ill.
I feel horrible. Absolutely craptastic. I think I should go home. My boss told me to go home. :D "My God, you look horrible. You must've caught a summer flue or something. Go home and rest. If you don't feel better tomorrow, go to the doctor and get a few days off."
There are just two problems with that.
First of all, this is not a summer flue. It is just that I have not been able to sleep again. (As my prescription for the anti-depressive meds ended the day before yesterday, and as I loathe taking sleeping pills.)
Second of all, I do not want to go home. I have nothing to do there. I am not allowed to exercise, I cannot afford buying stuff so that I could cook or bake or something, it is too early to start packing for the move - so, I just sit in my room and stare the computer screen. Or then I sit in the living room, hugging Sigrid's blanket, staring out of the window.
At the moment, my job is everything I have. I have no close friends living in the same town as I do. My family lives a hundred miles away from me. As my studies have not yet started for the autumn term, I have nothing to research on, to write about, and so on.
God, how I hate summers!
And God, how I hate my so-called life.
Anyway, if I really have caught a cold, I might not be around for a few days. Take care of yourselves.
There are just two problems with that.
First of all, this is not a summer flue. It is just that I have not been able to sleep again. (As my prescription for the anti-depressive meds ended the day before yesterday, and as I loathe taking sleeping pills.)
Second of all, I do not want to go home. I have nothing to do there. I am not allowed to exercise, I cannot afford buying stuff so that I could cook or bake or something, it is too early to start packing for the move - so, I just sit in my room and stare the computer screen. Or then I sit in the living room, hugging Sigrid's blanket, staring out of the window.
At the moment, my job is everything I have. I have no close friends living in the same town as I do. My family lives a hundred miles away from me. As my studies have not yet started for the autumn term, I have nothing to research on, to write about, and so on.
God, how I hate summers!
And God, how I hate my so-called life.
Anyway, if I really have caught a cold, I might not be around for a few days. Take care of yourselves.