I’m still quite sick, and I’ve been in bed, all day. Seriously, the only time I’ve moved was to the couch. The only thing I could really eat was ice cream (fancy that) everything else was just gross after one bite. I have no idea what is wrong with me, but the Doctor (Dr. Who) has kept me company today. Only thing bad about this is that I really wish I spoke in an English accent.
Oh well, I’ll just have to make-do with speaking Cockney Rhyming Slang, and using British phrases. Such is life.
Happy BEDA loves!