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I'm horribly sick with a fever, aches and aches. I slept this gloriously sunny day away only waking up a couple of times for no more than ten seconds and not getting out of my bed. One thing that was absolutely wonderful about being sick is that being sick serves as the only time my brother will mature and not bother me. He mistakenly slammed my door open this morning hoping to wake me. Instead he felt bad which is really great for me. Besides that dreams are wonderful. I had a number of beautifully colored dreams and adventure. Dreams are way better than real life. The worst for me has always been waking up out of good dreams unless it's before a trip. Speaking of, my mother wants me to plan a trip to somewhere but I don't know where to go. She says I suddenly became nicer after returning from New York which is probably true. I started a New York puzzle which is like 750 pieces and glows in the dark. I worked on it a little yesterday and I'm pretty quick. I love puzzles and I haven't done one since last winter. If you ever don't know what to get me, get a puzzle, or a dress.