Today I realised I have a cold. Usually I wont admit that I'm ill, so Maybe this is worse than normal for me to notice. I sat in front of the radiator, wrapped up warm and wrote about seven extravagantly affectionate Christmas cards to my best friends. I've been sneezing all day. I have used probably several boxes worth of tissues by now. I think my cold only came on in psychology, third period. It crept up, and sprang on my like a panther. I'd been fine at break. Now the end of my nose is sore from too many tissues, and breathing through it hurts. I managed to finish giving out all my party invitations at least. I really hope I'm better by then. I'm so snuffly at the moment that it hurts inside. I have a temperature too. At least I can be content however, in my illness. I can curl up on my bed, typing this blog about how needy and attention seeking I am. Wait, that is, type up stuff because I'm helpless and attention seeking, in order to get peoples sympathy. Oooh, but it does hurt. I guess I'll have to try and stop breathing through my nose. And get an early night. Oooh....