Not feeling any better, but a week of being sick is still worth the week spent in England. I absolutely hate blowing my nose (one of a million little quirks I am discovering about myself) and I have to do it ever second it seems. Blech.
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This is creepy, I am sure, but I had a dream last night that I was in Northern Ireland with Brittany and her boyfriend! wtf.
Tried the AnneR tactic to no avail. So, I just asked and I got some lame answer which basically means that I havent been discussed much. Stupid boys. I want them to gossip about me!

Something like this would be nice:
Friend1: Dave, shes the best girl ever. You're the luckiest man alive!
Friend2: Really mate, it wont get any better than her. Want to go ring shopping?
David: You're right, guys - she really is the most perfect girl, isnt she? Beautiful, smart, charming, kind, compassionate... I simply cannot live without her any longer! Lets go ring shopping right away! (excuse me for a moment while I snap out of that fantasy)
Oh, and I got a call last night from an England phone number totally assuming it would be David (who else calls me from England?) and it was our JAMIE! I had a nano-second panic of why a woman's voice would be calling me from England, but then I heard her little accent with the little twang and knew it was Jamie
My happy British-wanna-be moment of the day: I just ate Jaffa Cakes for breakfast. Oops.