Man, I hate being sick. Don’t wanna eat, don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna read, don’t wanna do anything—but sleep, and binge watch television.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. This time around, it’s been just over thirteen months since my last serious viral event. And the drugs seem to have me quasi-functional.

Yet I’m still annoyed. I don’t get sick anymore. I tell my coworkers it’s because my guardian demons consume the soul of anyone who gets me sick. Well, they dined last night.

Downside of getting sick rarely, is the lack of Sprite and chicken soup in this house. Oh, and the Kleenex. Pro tip: don’t store Kleenex in the same cupboard as the fabric softener. Newly scented Kleenex doesn’t do much to reduce irritation or control sneezing.

Upside is, a friend left his Netflix password in my Wii. I wonder if he’ll notice someone is binge watching Cheers?