Oh, the relief. The report is finished. I just have to edit it properly now and send it off by demain matin. I've been out of contact with everyone and I feel like that kid in that story in that book I had when I was a kid. Damn, that was a good book. I gave it to my cousins when I didn't have anything else to give them. That hurts. I miss it so much. It was a bit dark. I've just noticed how tired I am. The caffeine keeps me going. Living on drugs, this is terrible. Too much to do always. No possibility of good things. That's not true. I'm one of the luckiest people I know. Okay, it's not pure luck, but luck plays an important part. Tomorrow two carpets arrive. I have to go to the hospital for physio in the afternoon, so tomorrow is pretty much written off already. So is Thursday, so is Friday, so is Saturday, so is Sunday... you get the idea. The next opportunity for breathing will be

That doesn't make sense. You can't breathe when you're dead.

I feel sick. Too much caffeine