Give me a break

I don't know why but I have the feeling that 2005 will be a tough year. As if my life wasn't busy and complicated enough, I have been diagnosed with pneumonia this morning. Now I know why my chest is painful and why I'm so tired even after having spent the WE resting at home. Oh yeah and D day is in 17 days... Give me a gun...

So for the next coming days, it will be 8 hours of sleep minimum (and not 6 maximum), 3 meals a day (and not 1.5), 1L of water (and not 25 cl), a break every 2 hours (and not 4 hours straight on a computer) and those pink pills that are supposed to help me get rid off this shit in my lungs.

Dad told me last January that there is always a meaning in an illness. Well I think I got it....

Anyway, I'll take it easy from now...