Remember how yesterday I was bragging about how glamorous my life is? Well, as if the powers that be read my blog and thought, "NOT SO FAST, JESSICA!" today I have been struck down by a rather un-glamorous and unattractive cold. If I were a man, because I feel far sicker than I actually am, I would have what is commonly known here as the "man flu."
Since this illness is no doubt the direct result of my cosmopolitan boasting and my attempting to run around outside in the rain, I have resolved to avoid doing either in future.
Luckily, today is fairly light on lectures, so I'm hunkering down with an arsenal of chicken soup, tea with lemon and honey, and my all-time favorite fall sick-day movie, "You've Got Mail." Tomorrow I shall re-emerge healthy and fortified by Tom Hanks at his cutest. I always swoon at the part where he tells Meg Ryan he wants to bring her a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils. Nerd-romance at its best.
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