As of Wednesday the 9th (almost two weeks ago), I was told I had to move out of my home By Saturday morning. This is completely fine in my current position, and arrangements with all things in regards to finances, a place to stay, and what have you. I agreed to this.

I regret that decision immediately.

Two weeks later, I finally have my laptop running, a makeshift recording space for narration stuff, and a place to comfortably say is my 'bedroom'.

I've been working 1.5 times my normal workload at work, have exams coming up, ANOTHER move in four weeks time coming up, and then, all should be fine and dandy.

If my back didn't go and stab me in the... well... back.

I have sciatica like symptoms, and need to have my iron levels checked to make sure I'm not falling into general unwell-ness.

Speaking of which, at 125 kg (nearly 250 lb), I have to lose 35 kg (70-is lb). Most people are surprised by my weigh, and that's because, despite me being fat, I am quite active and do a lot of physical work, but not actually excercise. I've been the same pants size for 5 years. I hope to finally drop down to a 34 from 40. My shirt size won't change because my shoulders are WIDE!

Anyways, I won't be able to do proper narration stuff until after exams, and then the move that shortly follows that, right into christmas, fun.

WererStritchy zonking out for the night!