Yesterday I was ot feeling well. I managed to get work done anyway. I had a fever in the evening.

Friend suggested ordering me some soup, and I said that was sweet and ordered some for myself instead.

I looked at it as an opportunity to look at my growth, my ability to take care of myself. I thought it would be nice to study and read and write in bed.

This morning it doesn't feel nice at all. I feel alone and like I don't know how to manage my life and time. I don't know how I will get things done, but I don't feel like I am resting properly either.