Too much of my life right now relolves around waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting to hear from jobs I've applied to, waiting to hear from universities I've applied to. I can't make plans- any decisions have been taken out of my hands, it's infuriating.

On the upside I applied to be a guineu pig today- aka medical trials. Partly because I'm intigued, partly because I want £1500 to go to Africa, and this seems a nice easy way of doing it. That and it would be good to help the medical world. But I won't be going for anything too extreme. Is it wrong that I'm excited? Probably. At least I'm feeling better, almost normal in fact. Asside from the inability to talk. Ugh. Someone just left a message on the ans machine- ewe on her back. I'd better go sort it X