I've been flu'd out for three whole days now and it has gone way beyond a joke. I should go begging tomorrow, lest I lose the house, but I fear it would only make my condition worse, besides, I can't sing at the moment. It had better have cleared up by Saturday, or I won't be able to eat next week (I gig for £20/three hours, that's 5% of the musician's union minimum).
I am still on tender-hooks about my result. If I fail, I have no choice but to go back to France. I cannot afford to re-take a module (one single module costs as much as I earned for the whole of last year). It is okay though, I am really looking forward to eating proper food again, having some friends, and talking about classical studies with people who actually know about it. Not ignorant peons.
I am so sick of this place. Had I been on mEnTaL benefit I wouldn't be having all this eviction and tax threats looming over my head constantly. I would be better off (£130/week better off!) and I wouldn't have to go to the restaurant to work, nor even study at all. I could just do what the crazy cat lady does, and just pretend like I know everything already, sit an watch television all day. As it stands, depending on my results come December 4th, depends whether I stay here in the UK. I have no family ties and have kept in contact with Audrey, Maxime and Lillian. Finding my way back to Didier's will not be hard.
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