Sick Day

I didn't end up going bin diving because I have come down with some sort of unidentifiable sickness (ugh). Although I was looking forward to applying the Oedipus Complex to The Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist in my English class, my doctor decided it would be best for me to stay home. 

Things that have helped me look past the fact that my doc couldn't make a final diagnosis this morning:

• My bed. Although my bed at school may have one of those egg padding things, underneath, it is still a twin sized, plastic, rock. I think my Philadelphia Cream Cheese cloud of a bed sounds a lot more appealing.
• The left-over Matzo Ball soup from the fridge. I have absolutely no appetite, but damn was it delish!
• Full House. It may be superr corny, but lets face it, Full House is sort of a sick day staple.  It's only downfall is that I have a coughing fit every time Michelle makes me giggle.
• THE FACT THAT I AM CURRENTLY CUDDLED ON THE COUCH WATCHING CASH CAB TO GET MY DOSE OF THE CITY, AND JUST HEARD A QUESTION ABOUT BEDAZZLERS. I wish mine wasn't at school so that I could be bedazzlin..
• Flight of the Concords concert tomorrow night!
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• Tazo Tea, the bright magenta Passion flavor, of course.

Back to the city tomorrow. Not looking forward to hauling back all the food my family sends me back with, but I'll survive.