Sick

So, Sophie is now laying in bed. Sick. I'd write ill, because I was taught by someone that being sick actually means vomiting or being close to that, but it turns out a dictionary contradicts that statement. Anyway, what do you do when you're sick and alone? There is no mom for me out here. So basically I have the full moral charge of not going to class today, and I took my own little pill and I made my own little tea with honey. But today I am supposed to go to the police station to say that I'm staying in Beijing another month, and that cannot wait for me to get better. Also, I really need food- yesterday all I had left more or less were onions and potatoes (incidentally: onions and potatoes make a great dish). And if I want to eat at all I'm going to have to cook eventually or venture to a restaurant to get take away. But there are also a few more complicated issues- to start with, in Beijing, where do I get the freshest air? Should I open the window or leave is securely closed? Should I turn on the air-cleaning mechanism in my room that looks kind of weird and doesn't really seem to help? Should I keep the plants where they are or get them out? All in all, it's difficult to just get some air worth breathing here. I'll leave you now- there's some Chinese tea waiting right here for me that I need to get to!