What To Do With Stop

I've been sleeping for 10, 12 hours. I put my head on the pillow at night and only wake up in the morning, with either the sound of my grandmother fighting with one of the workers, Tete sniffing underneath the door and whining to get in, or sunlight peaking through the curtains. It's a struggle to find something to do for the rest of the day.

As some of you may have noticed, I'm commenting a lot and have been a lot more active on Livejournal. On one hand, it's a relief because I can reach friends and enjoy myself despite being alone for most of the day - you keep me entertained with your words, your dramas and your humour. But, on the other hand, it highlights how little I have to do here and how I should be somewhere else (London.) As my mother pointed out, my bum is going to go flat with so much sitting around.

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