Ate breakfast with parents. Allowed self to be dragged to church. Enjoyed painful bronchitis-class coughing while memorizubg the conjugations of various irregular French verbs. Drank a bunch of cough syrup and fell asleep. Woke up and it was all over except for the chocolate bunny, and I managed to kill that before breakfast. Can't wait until the next holiday. At least I'll be able to blow things up.
