"Only Ice Cream, Never Sundaes..."

Have been ill in bed all day long; not really well now, either. During the interval from 10:30 until 17:00, the times I was most ill and not most conscious, I treadmilled an hour and a half due to exercise-needing-to-be-done-drive, and slept a lot, and drank a lot of water, and ate ten slices of toast (for a total of five points, my sole intake until 18:15, when I devoured a cup and a half of white rice, and a lot of chicken), and did all my schoolwork. I am still tired, and still feel as though I'm going to be not-so-violently ill.

On the positive side, weaselwoman13 will be pleased to know that in my infinite boredom at being stuck in bed half-conscious for about six and a half hours, I discovered that we have P.G. Wodehouse's Golf Omnibus, and read loads of it. I am now officially madly in love, and I don't even like Gowff. :P

Now to bed, and with any luck will be able to be well enough for acting to-morrow. Already feel guilty about missing library work to-day.

Being ill not so nice as I supposed it to be, mainly because Mum worked all day and Da' knows not how to coddle an ill child and Waen was entirely unsympathetic, and because I still felt very, very, overwhelmingly guilty about not being able to get anything done, which was why I was motivated to treadmill and do my schoolwork. Not pleased about missing writing time and library, though, as I said. I shall feel bad until I am quite up again and able to be useful; I scoured the roasting pan after dinner to-night because I wanted to do something, as well as cleaning the platter on which Thursday's spoiled lamb was cooked by mistake. Smelt revolting, but Soujin must be helpful. >_>

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Do love P.G. Wodehouse, though...