bleugh. sick day.

Best not to stumble around the paediatrics ward and infect the darling kiddies from whom I suspect I caught the bloody thing in the first place, so it's time to sit in bed doing sick-day things like reading Howl's Moving Castle (it's a tradition) and maybe finally watching S5 of Doctor Who (I stole the DVDs from my sister) and gingerly sipping at very weak juice. The dearth of chicken noodle soup in my cupboard is a travesty :(

My goal is to be alert enough to study by this evening, because there's sick days and then there's DAYS ON WHICH NO STUDY IS ACCOMPLISHED, and I could probably only justify zombie invasion as a good excuse for the latter.