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*sings a little song* Iiiiiiiii - aammmm sickielalalaalalaalalaalalaaaaaaaa!

My head is full of phlegm, and that is what I am thinking with. Wooooow. I have my usual cuppa tea sitting right next to me (although I'm really afraid I'm going to knock it over, but that's neither here nor there but in my lap). I want to put in a movie, because Under the Tuscan Sun is on yet again on tv and I've watched it way too many times, but the only movies I have are Boondock Saints, which I don't feel in the mood for, and the Tenth Kingdom, which I don't know if I can actually get through. So I'm going to watch Under the Tuscan Sun again, or maybe nap after I get some tea and soup in me (mmmmmmmmmmmmm soup.....) and hope my nose drains without too much difficulty.

I enjoy being sick, at least a part of me does. You see, there comes a certain joy where your reasoning faculties are decreased, and you delight in such things as: Tea! Pants! Kleenex! My keys! and Blankie! (all of which were happily exclaimed by me within the first half hour of getting home after my class today) *dances around while singing a little song* Lalalaalaalaaaa!

I wanna nappy....