Today has been horrible. I feel terrible and as much as i try to convince my flatmates this feeling is not due to a hangover from going out Saturday night I have the strange feeling that they don't believe me! There is one thing that I find really hard about being a student is learning how to deal with situations where usually someone would be taking care of you. Right now it would be lovely to have my mum cook me some soup and to be snuggled up on the sofa watching an episode of CSI, instead I am tucked up in bed where I have been for around 24 hours straight. I'll be honest it isn't as nice as it sounds. I hate feeling ill & even more I hate having to accept that I am (technically) an adult who has to look after herself!