Sicky

I have bronchitis.

I finally forced myself to visit the doctor, as I was dreading the half-French, half-mimed conversation I was surely going to have (I could just imagine myself pointing at my throat, coughing, and making a sad face). Luckily, he spoke English, sparing me the charades, and luckily, he loaded me up with four different prescriptions.

Hopefully, I'll be feeling better soon. Until then, I plan to sleep twelve hours a night, watch Toy Story on YouTube (oh how I miss American television!), and not study for my finals.