Tales of a Hopeless Romantic: Day Three

This is really silly. Why did I agree to taking away all my favorite movies when I'm feeling sick? Being a frail little thing where your best dressed outfit is your vellore pants and favorite band t-shirt, seriously reminds me that I am at the hand of God's mercy everyday.

As for my "challenge", yesterday I did end up watching "Becoming Jane". I forgot I told a friend I would have her over to watch it. I didn't think it was really breaking my rules because it doesn't end happily under my definition of "yay!". I assume that's what I will be watching from now on: sad movies or "Elf".

For now, I will sleep, sleep, and more sleep. I will drink tea, tea, and more coffee. I eat cough drops and Mucinex like candy, BUT! I will get better no doubt. Despite the lulling headache and sniffles, I'm feeling practically perfect to fly down to Dallas to visit my sister. Yep, I'm fine.

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Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

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