I may still be sick, but I can manage to be happy. I've been laying in bed, reading a volume of Harry Potter (thanks to
le_maistre_e), drinking port wine (thanks to
sfries) and nibbling on a plate of cheese. It feels terribly decadent and somewhat makes up for the ickiness I've been feeling.
Now, however, I think I should be going to sleep.
Now, however, I think I should be going to sleep.