Here are a few other perks to being sick:
*Who needs people to come over and entertain you when you can take a bunch of Nyquil and entertain yourself?
*Two words: Maury Povich.
*The greatest part about having an 'adult job' is sick pay. Getting paid to sit around in your own filth at home? Yes, please.
*For a short period, my voice doesn't sound like an eight-year-old with ADHD.
*The dreams I have had while sleeping 16 hours a day can only be likened to a Hunter S. Thompson novel. Mutherfucking crazy, you guys.
*Popsicles. 'Nuff said.
I should be feeling better soon, and I can crack open my prison wine, which smells like it is probably ready (maybe? I really don't know). More on this later.
~sarah p.
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