*sniff*

My cold has migrated up from my throat to my head. Now I'm all stuffy - at least I'm not really dribbly. I think this should pass soon.

Mom got me this flexible beaded hair thingy with combs in it that's suprisingly easy to put in and ideal for keeping the hair out of my face. Martina told me it looks pretty (I'll have to take her word for it so far, since I can't see the back of my own head).

Later I'm going to call scifantasy and ask if he knows what train he's taking in yet. Decatur House closes at noon tomorrow, so I won't have to rush around too much, but it would be nice to know when I have to be where.