really awesome sunday.

I slept until 1.

I woke up and had a cold.

I ate oatmeal with apricot jam and discussed how Darren and Greg stayed out until 6 this morning because they missed curfew.

I am going to see Harry Potter... in Russian?

It's either Harry Potter in Russian or a day at home working on memorizing scenes and songs. A strange Russian experience that might make me more sick? Or a productive/slow day of my body telling me that it hates me?

Hm. A dilemma indeed. And it's like... 2:30. So I don't have much of a day left, anyway.

ACK. And can't take Sudafed. ACK again.

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