Hey, so once again it's been an age between posts.

Since I last posted things are better, Thom and I talked through things and it appears we are all good (phew). The glandular fever thing is still kicking my ass, but I'm putting up a good fight (which I am currently losing, more on that later), and work is... Well okay, I'm still working all the hours there are, and about to embark on the craziest working week of my life, but I'm getting on really well with everyone (well, everyone but one person, and even he can be alright).

So, a quick summary of recent events (most likely not in any kind of order): A bottle of vodka fell off the wall at work when I was pouring from it last week, getting vodka in my eyes, my mouth and showering me with broken glass, scary. Yesterday I enrolled at uni and generally explored Bolton a bit, the uni gym is a bargain, £25 for the year, all classes included. I went to Madrid for a bit with my Mum and brother, was glorious weather and an uneventful family holiday, although I did get to pet prairie dogs (Google them, they're sooo cute). I enrolled in a Spanish course starting a week tomorrow till January, should be really good, but I'm no sure the level I'm going to be put in is going to be right since I did their level test on the morning after working till 3.30am, tey said that it's easy to move classes though, so should be alright.

Today has been an experience, I've never completely lost my voice for this long before. Last night at work involved a lot of raised voicedness and this morning for some reason I awoke to find it'd copletely taken away my ability to talk, even though I feel fine in myself. The trip into town to sell my laptop to one of my friends was interesting (had to point instead of speaking when buying my bus ticket), especially when he called me in the middle of town to say he was running late and I had to whisper down the phone to him.
I went into Boots to ask the pharmacist lady if she could recommend aything to help me regain my voice, and she gave me a bottle of liquidy stuff and warned me it would not taste too great. She was not kidding. Have you ever eaten gone off pesto? Mix that taste with sour milk and it's what this throat stuff tastes like. So far I've taken it three times today and still have no voice. I'd better get it back by tomorrow as I have to phone the council (re: urgent demand give us money or we'll take you to court) and I'm not sure they'd be all that enthusiastic about attempted conversation with a mute.

Anyway, I don't actually have a lot to say apart from to apologise in advance for the lack of posting as I'm working 8-3 Wednesday and Friday, in uni Monday Tuesday and Thursday and working nights every night but Friday this week.

Take care everyone.