The lungs attack!

So this week I've been excavating at an amazing site on the coast. Except for today, because I have pleurisy...
Which is a condition where the lining of the lungs, instead of being smooth and moist, dries out and causes rubbing and discomfort.
Thankfully I'm on TONS of penicillin and I had the day off to rest and do very little. It still hurts, but we'll see how I am tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to do some recording or drawing or something, as breathing deeply is a bit difficult :S
Currently, I'm getting ready for my trip to Canada, which begins a week on Saturday, and I will be spending three months there! I've never spent Christmas away from my family, or even flown alone before...
Shazzoooo! Let's rock this joint!

Which reminds me, I need a cup of tea...

The photo is of a man whose internal organs are rebelling against him.

And so Liverpool

I made my way to Liverpool on the train yesterday, and arrived to sunshine and friend I'd not seen in months. I went to the pub, had pizza, watched films and stayed up late in the house I lived in last year.

This morning I woke up, it was raining, the house is silent, dark and empty, there hasn't been food, the people I've sent messages to haven't replied and I feel low.

Currently I'm feeling like a let-down, because of things I've done this last season, which I thought were the right decisions, and because of things beyond my control that I'm still blaming myself for. I was sad at home, and now I'm sad here...The damp, miserable grey of urban Liverpool, a sniffly head cold, a feeling of loneliness and the fact I haven't actually eaten anything today aren't helping I don't think.

It is most definitely one of those days.

I need a sandwich.