You're Not the Princess. I'm the Princess!

I'm sick. What I thought were allergies turned into a full-blown cold. I'm sitting here congested with a runny nose, but sitting here on a shiatsu massage chair, sipping on a glass of red wine (wine is the remedy for all things, don't you know?) while Sinta is cooking chicken soup. Spoiled? Call it what you may. I have to make the salad, anyway.