Down with the beginnings of a flu, or at the very least, a bad cold. Posts won't be very coherent for the next couple of days, lol. Consider it proper warning. Had next to no sleep while Marguerite was sick. I tried making up for it by stuffing my face, but that did nothing except give me a couple of more pounds (although I didn't really check - my mom did helpfully point out that my face was rounder than normal - and, no, probably not the mumps since I've already had it. them? who cares.). so yeah, I'm in bed with lots of water and tea and a few Sweet Valley Twins and Babysitters Club books, also Anne of Avonlea, which my mom spirited away to read herself. Guess I thought i'd get in some revertigo while I was out of commission. Hope this wasn't too bad.