Been stretched out (or rather, curled in a sweaty, feverish ball) in bed for the last few days. Think I’ve gone caught me the plague or something. Always thought my rats were nice and cleanly too. Symptoms: runny nose, cough, headache, shivers, lethargy. Can no longer start a sentence with a pronoun either. Ah, maybe it’s just the flu. Hear there’s a lot of that going around these days.
It’s good to be home. I never thought I’d ever be homesick. With all the travelling I’ve done, whoever it was with or whoever was left behind, no matter how long I was gone for, I never wanted to go back. But I suppose it’s different when you go somewhere to live. It just feels… uncomfortable.
Going to bed now.