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Finally watched Eat Pray Love after we came back from Bali and learned this very important lesson.
It hurts less, somehow. 

Packing my stuff for class later - I'd really like to skip because I feel like death warmed over (I've never understood that phrase, to be completely honest with myself) but I think it'll be better to at least force myself to leave the house instead of dying in my room. It's really tempting to just wrap myself in my hoodie and sleep the day away, though.

I'm bringing tea, too. You know how when you're sick you really need to drink water, but for some reason your body just can't stand the thought of it? Add to that the fact that I already don't drink enough water as it is and you'll find that I've got a real problem on my hands.

That's why it was good that a friend once taught me to drink tea instead of water when I fell sick - it's not so difficult to coax your very-reluctant body to drink tea instead of water, and you still manage to keep your body somewhat hydrated. It's not a bad idea, really.

A friend of mine sent me a rather long piece of writing (at least, it looks long on my phone) yesterday, and it posed a rather interesting question. I didn't manage to really take a good look at it what with being sick and miserable and stressed over the readings, but I'll read it over again and maybe try to answer what he asks.

I don't know - what am I typing anymore?

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