Pity Me

This is the first time in a long while I've written a blog out of boredom. Lately I have been pretty busy or had something that I wanted to say in here. Right now I just can't sleep and the last decent person on my MSN list just went to bed. So this is all I have left.
I like blogging. I'm not the most articulate person, but I really enjoy writing... Even though this isn't particularly ground-breaking stuff, I'm having fun.
I can't sleep because I think I have pneumoania. I enjoy saying that because it sounds really bad. Self-diagnosed, but I think I'm justified:
"People with infectious pneumonia often have a cough that produces greenish or yellow sputum (yep) and a high fever (yep) that may be accompanied by shaking chills (yep). Shortness of breath (yep) is also common, as is pleuritic chest pain (yep), a sharp or stabbing pain, either felt or worse during deep breaths or coughs (both). People with pneumonia may cough up blood (no), experience headaches (yep), or develop sweaty and clammy skin (which is why I can't sleep)." - Wikipedia
I went to bed at 1.30 am and woke up in pain at about 2.30. My beadsheets and duvet and pillow and hair were all soaked with sweat. Not just damp, but wet enough to squeeze drips out of. Mmm. So I got frustrated, as I always do when I don't get a decent night's sleep. No one can sleep in a wet bed, and I didn;t really know what to do about it. I decided to go on my laptop for the first time in about four days (and found about a million MSN messages - sorry) and it's now 6.12 am. admittedly I did have a shower at one point, but that only took 15 minutes.
I miss this, being able to stay up all night. I fucking hate my job. I wish I could afford to quit. I keep telling myself "only ten more months," but this past one month has gone depressingly slowly. I really hate my job. I say it a lot, but I don't think anyone understands just how much I hate it. I know: "well stop whining and quit then"; it's not that simple. I need to give my parents quite a lot of money a month, and if i want any cash for myself for petrol and so on, I need to keep it. At least for now. I think I said this before but if I ever did have a soul, it's dead now.
Anyway now my sleep pattern is totally fukt, meaning next week will probably be worse than usual, aside from Titbox on Wednesday. I might take time off work, I am pretty sick. It pisses me off that I booked a holiday for Wednesday when I'll probably be too ill to work then anyway.