I'm bored and, being sick still, I can't work up the energy to read more of the danish dissertation on depictions of Iron age clothing. I thought about re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but I don't think I can bear reading it again now that I know how it ends - I would probably sob myself through all the hundreds of pages. Just thinking of it makes me sad.
I guess it's being sick that makes me this sensitive.
I guess it's being sick that makes me this sensitive.