the monster stirs

I'm at the golden point in my sickness, where it no longer hurts to look at tv or words, but I'm still weak enough not to get antsy with all this lying around. I really wish I had some crap sci fi to read right about now. I already spent 45 minutes painstakingly biting off all my fingernails, and it was glorious. I also spent an hour watching those onion news videos, two hours catching up on a few internet comics, an hour doing nothing but looking at the ceiling and thinking about how weird it looks, and half an hour reading some horrendous erotica. Does anyone else have the experience I have when emerging from a fever, where everything looks different? Crisper maybe, and strangely sized. It tricks me into thinking I look good, when I probably look more like a closet monster.

I called in sick today. I might've been able to pull it together to come in for the afternoon at least, but today is my reward day, for a weekend of pain. We all deserve to cash in on that borderline sick day. It's what fully cures us. Plus, it's awesome. I loved my mom's rule growing up that if I had a fever one day, I would not go to school the next day. I've followed it loyally through my adult existence, and it's never steered me wrong.

And anyway, it's President Day or something. My roommates are downstairs watching tv. Really, it's bullshit that Francisco or I should have to work at all. Francisco, get your butt home and make me an omelet.