Neglect

Hmmm, let's see, what's been up...

I got gastric flu. I lost the gastric bit. I gained an extra flu bit. I coughed like a dog. I pulled a muscle in my chest, which seems to rip open again every time I cough.
Needless to say, work was not a priority this week. All vacation time accumulated thus far has been spent not sunning my bod on a beach somewhere, but rather curled around a pillow supporting my lungs, and waiting in a queue at the doctors listening to children screaming.

I moved to my new flat. My flatmates are great, but they all smoke... in the lounge... which would be okay if I weren't busting a lung with every cough...
It'll be fine when I get better.

I got the rest of the first season of Lost - watched four episodes last night. Loving it. No spoilers please.

The move coupled with the last payment on my laptop means that nanonanonano remains out of my grasp for another month. It's okay - my commute has been shortened with the move anyway.
I love my room. It's pink!

Loving Interpol.