Vicki and I did another practical today, involving mixing solutions and waiting for them to turn blue. Sometimes they turned yellow, but this too was blue of a sort. I can now walk and talk, but I still feel like I'm thinking through cotton wool.   The tutorial is tomorrow. The tutorial work should be handed in today. I went to see Dr. Brouard and explained about the flu, sneezing occasionally. He hinted that I might want to avoid dropping behind with the work, and said I could hand as much work as I'd done in tomorrow morning.   I tried to do the work this evening, but it is taking me ages to comprehend simple concepts. Looks like I'll have to grovel tomorrow.
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