Ho hum.

...comes a time of great phlegm. For me, anyway.

CoughspluttersniffatCHOOatCHOOaaaaatCHOO. Etc.

I not well.

I spent a lot of last night 'hallucinating', like I normally do when I have a temperature. I added three different made-up people to my phone book, and told my pillow - who WAS grinning like a loon at me - to GO AWAY *huff* *roll over* *strop*.

But my illness benchmark is when I start slashing invisible works of art, thinking I ate my fish, and ordering subway sandwiches in my head. So many possiblities.

I should be handing in an essay right this second. What a bloody relief it is not to be.

...for all the positive woo-go-you comments on my last post. It has really helped not being questioned by everyone about whether I'm sure if I'm doing the right thing. Obviously I've thought long and hard about it and weighed up the options either way. I'm impulsive, but not stupid.

I don't know what happens now exactly, but I'm trying to rewire my brain into realising that not knowing what's coming next isn't necessarily always a bad thing, and that there's no point sticking with something just because it's the safer option, or for saving face, or just for the sake of finishing something.

I don't have a lot of balls, really - none, in fact - so perhaps it's time I grew some. Figuratively. Perhaps if other people have faith in me, I should have some in myself.

And that's as emotionally trite as I get, people. Move along now.

I had a really long post planned for this particular topic, full of justifications about what I want, where I want to be, how I want to get there, etc. But I thought this would be simpler and less open to offers of helpful advice (appreciated, yes, as always - but not always necessary or, indeed, helpful to the easily swayed). So, in a nutshell:

Uni: Quit
Job: Quit.
Hall: Quit.
Volunteering: Quit.
Destination: Home.
Job: Anything.
Moving: Anywhere.
Reason: Me.

So there we go.

Yes, I'm mad. No, I don't know what the hell I'm doing either. But it's actually quite exciting! (I'll see if I'm saying that after a month of unemployment at home. But whatever!)

I have a week to PACK UP EVERYTHING. Here we go again!