So…
My mum’s sick – again – with bronchitis. This is not good. This is the third time; she says I shouldn’t go home, she’s got antibiotics… But, I’m worried. She’s very ill.
I’m tired but I don’t feel like going to bed. I dunno why. I want to talk to people, but I really do need to sleep. I guess I’m feeling lonely. Bah.
Vague disatisfied worried tired. I should sleep.
But Ivy Blossom and James are on. And they’re ‘good people’.