At the End of my Spindle

I'm sick. Just a cold, I think. I probably caught it from my Dad, who was coughing all over the place when he took me to Deathly Hallows Part 1 on Friday. It's funny that it should happen after to seeing my Dad for the first time in nearly 6 months. ~_~; Of all the luck.

So, now, stuck with a sore throat and stuffy nose, I don't feel like doing much of anything. But I finally got through the book I was reading...

( Spoilers for Spindle's End by Robin McKinley )

I'd still like to get some writing done this week, but it's not looking promising at this point. I wish I still had Netflix, so I could lie around in bed watching SVU or something. :( Ugh, I know it's just a cold, but I can get emotionally upset so easily with colds. Especially if it starts to mess with my sleep. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

I'd like to get better by this weekend, too. I have Christmas shopping that needs doing.