One of my worst fears relating to moving out just happened: I got my first flu while living alone.

I was tempted to continue on like I had been: going from place to place, watching five hour movies with Braden and Nicole, sleeping at indescriminate times...

but no--I've been doing everything like Mom would have told me to do: rest, homeopathic medicine, vitamins, and more rest. Hopefully I can kick this by tomorrow. =)

The only unhappy thing about living alone: I need a major back and neck rub and there's no one to catch on their way to the kitchen.