On the run...

It looks like I'll be staying with my parents for a couple of weeks, after all. Helen and Sean have visitors next week and need the spare room so I've got to find somewhere else to live. I spoke to mum about it this morning and the first thing she said was: " I don't want any trouble". Well, I was preparing myself to try and be as tolerant as possible, and I know it's going to be difficult, but it's either that or sleeping in my car (which doesn't sound too bad). It has annoyed me that she immediately said that. I'm not the trouble maker in that house. I do have a very short temper when to comes to them, but I'm not the one who has been cautioned for assulting my father. It's the eternal blindness that mothers seem to have for thier sons - they can do no wrong, even when they're terrorizing the people you live with.

I'm still looking for places to live though, there just doesn't seem to be much around that I can afford.

I also seem to have come down with a hideous cough over night. Tom and I went to see "Wolves in the Walls" last night (which I thoroughly enjoyed) and I started coughing slightly. I woke up this morning feeling awful, barely able to breath without coughing painfully. I took some Benilyn which promptly knocked me out for two hours, and now I'm dealing with sweating, chills, and dizzyness. Maybe this is the start of the consumption I was talking about yesterday. Al I need now is the bedsit to cough feebly in.