In two weeks time I will have no home. Great Stuff. I have two weeks to find a home in Manchester.  Today I looked at a apartment. When I opened the curtains I had people stood at a bus stop looking back at me. Not good. In two weeks time I’m also 21 years of age. I’m really not ready to move out of the 18-21 category! The next BIG birthday after this is the big three o! Jesus, I feel well old. Reading this probably makes you feel even older. God bless blogging. I’m sat at my work computer at 7.15pm and I can’t be bothered going home. This seat is just to comfy. What does that make me? lazy? workaholic? No-friends? A Loser?