Not on purpose, just...haven't had much to say.
Being sick sucks. There's a good place to start. I feel like I've been sleeping for four days. Mostly because I haven't had the energy to do anything else.
I hope I start to feel better soon. I haven't left the house all week, and I want to go visit my old French teacher. Plus, the whole not breathing well thing is kind of a pain in the butt.
It's finale week on television. Lots of deaths. Rather depressing, if you ask me. But apparently death is a good way to end a season.
I still need to find a job. It's very hard to do because there are so many things I can't do, thus limiting my options.
I'm tired. I have no idea how that's possible considering how much I've slept this week, but I am.
I've run out of things to say, and I'm bored.