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The one good thing about being sick is that it's a great opportunity to park myself on the couch and rediscover my love for Sabrina the Teenage Witch with a good old fashioned six-hour marathon. I'd forgotten how funny that show is. Or at least, it seems really funny under the influence of cold medicine. But I love it, either way. At least, I love the ones before Sabrina dumps Harvey for Josh, which I consider 'the golden age'. At least Sabrina and Harvey got back together in the end though, the whole thing would have been tainted for me if they hadn't. To be loved the way Harvey loves Sabrina is not something that should be cast aside. (This is my thought process when I'm sick and consequently not sleeping. Pity me. But really, Harvey and Sabrina are meant to be.)

On the good side though, I am at least feeling a little better than before, and might be able to go to the Ren Faire after all if I keep improving. I'll have to dig out my dress now! And accessories! Eep! Where is my turban???