I’m coming down with a cold. I might rise up and fight, fight FIGHT! I simply just don’t have time for a cold. I’m usualy pretty darn good at killing my illnesses. Besides working, I’ve spent the entire day - the last ten hours - in bed, drinking fluids and keeping myself hot. I was going to have a bath, but it just didn’t happen.

Okay, quite honestly I don’t really have anything to write about today. I just had a fidgety urge to get out of bed and do something. Studying seemed like too much of an effort.

Work was fairly anti-climatic. It wasn’t even that busy, and on top of that our espresso machine broke and we weren’t able to make coffee for a couple hours. There were film crews all over the place, so I thought we might get another chance to see Chevy Chase, but apparantly it was a different movie.

You know what I’m discovering…when you lie in bed and let your brain melt into the television screen for hours on end…you will most certainly lack stuff to write about. So, instead of forcing it, I think I’ll just crawl back under my blankets.