I am watching You've Got Mail because Courtney has never seen it and because I can't see it enough.  I'm watching You've Got Mail instead of Dr. Kroll. You see, I should be learning about the end of the Civil War and the late Mr. Lincoln's short-lived second term as President.  The reasons I am watching You've Got Mail are because I have bronchitis and some sort of infection in my left nostril. Oh, and a bruised rib. I was in the shower this morning and I started to have a bit of a coughing fit (I've had a cold for the last several days) when BAM! a pain in my side like I haven't felt since my Appendectomy.  So I tried to go to school but I wound up calling Courtney and making her find the nearest Urgent Care Center. Turns out, the closest one wasn't really that urgent because at 11 o-clock they couldn't see me until after 1. So we tried another one. They were much more prompt. So I saw the doctor and then I had like...7 x-rays and he wrote me some prescriptions and told me that I'd bruised a rib from coughing but not to worry, that I was young and I'd bounce back. Too bad my Mom's wallet won't be bouncing back. It cost $500 and I haven't even picked up my prescriptions yet.
This is just the creamy, delicious icing on my triple-layer cake of self-inducing inadequacy. Oh, bother.