Every winter, I realize that I had forgotten how cold it actually gets. Just like in summer, I forget how hot it gets. Similarly, every time I get sick, I seem to have forgotten just how much it sucks to be sick. I had the fortune to get sick right when I arrived home for the holidays. This is why I haven’t been updating as much as I said I would. I don’t call this fortune because I’m sick, but because it’s way better to be sick at home that to be sick at school. There I’d still be stuck in final exams and eating sub-par dining hall cuisine. Here, at least I get to be spoiled rotten by my parents who miss me and feed me home-made chicken soup. Plus, on top of everything, I get to have my bed.
I used to love being home sick when I was in high school. It meant I was allowed to a) miss school, and b) stay home alone. My favorite sick activity of the time was watching Jerry Springer. I don’t normally watch it, but when I’m feeling really crappy it’s one of the few things that makes all my problems seem insignificant. Now that it’s the holiday season, the great thing about being home sick is, without a doubt, the Bond-a-thon on Spyke tv. It makes me that much more satisfied to shake my cough syrup, (as opposed to stirring it).
Oh yeah. I’m so cool.
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