Sick, Sick, Sick.
Being sick really does suck. In a way, I'm better than I was yesterday, but really, I'm not. If I were actually better I wouldn't be coughing so much. Luckily, unlike yesterday, I do not have a tremendous headache.
My dad did bring me a rose, though. A pink one. First he brought me a red, then a yellow, now a pink. And he wasn't even too afraid of catching my cold to come here, too. He bumped into my mom at the supermarket while getting me the rose and some juice with some Vitamin C to help my cold. So he came over and had dinner with us. Then he left and my mom and I watched The Simpsons, Arrested Development, and Desperate Housewives. Thank God, finally next week, the latter is having a new episode, which they haven't had in ages. Looks pretty exciting, too.
After all that I watched Titanic, which I haven't watched in quite a few years. It also got rid of my headache. However, while I was watching it I was wondering the same thing over and over again, "How did my mom and I see this film sixteen times in theaters?" I will never be able to figure that out. I mean, having to watch Jack (Leo) die sixteen times? I am surprised I didn't go insane.
Ah...well. Perhaps now I will go watch it again.