I'm sick. The aches, the stuffy head. I think it's a good evening for
You've Got Mail. Don't you love that part where she's sick and Tom
Hanks brings her daisies, her favorite flower? I cry in the same two
scenes of this movie every single time I watch it. So, it's hot tea with
honey and my woolly socks tonight. I am a lone reed...and I think
I need some daisies.