I am a year older, since Sunday. Was throwing up on Friday, was still sick on Saturday, and on Sunday was just happy to be hungry. Didn't have the best birthday ever, for sure. No presents, no cake, only my new boyfriend and my best friend remembered. Got to talk online with my mother, though, so that was good.

The room isn't working out. There's stale smoke, mice, and stale Indian cooking smells from downstairs. Also, my landlord doesn't speak English too well, and wants to go back to Mexico. So, looking - again.

I've been trying to go to a job search program, and have been having a lot of difficulty jsut getting to it. I will be getting my welfare cheque, hopefully later this week, but right now I'm not doing that well.

I'm just worrying too much. Again.