yucky

i'm sick. i don't like being sick. this is not my fault i'm sick either. my daddy was sick. is sick. and now i'm sick because he was sick. (is sick.) oh well. there are some pros to being sick, i suppose. let's find them!

pros to being sick
1. i can sleep as much as i want
2. i can stay in bed all day if i like
3. i have the right to be just a little grumpy ('cause i'm sick)

that's about it. now, the cons.

the cons of being sick
1. people run like the wind away from you because you're sick and they don't want to catch whatever you've got
2. you sound like someone's shoved a cotton-ball up your nose
3. you're constantly blowing your nose
4. your nose still feels clogged even after blowing it four times
5. (in some cases) you're hypersensitive - light, noise, anything. it gets to be too much, faster than normal.
6. your head aches.
7. your nose aches (from all the tissue-friction).
8. you get to the point where you sound like a foghorn whenever you blow your nose.
9. your equilibrium is totally thrown off.
10. you're all "blah" and in this bizarre half-stupor that you can't get out of until you're not sick anymore.

well, as you can see, there are many much more of the cons than the pros, so we'll just leave it at "top ten", shall we? now, i think i'm going to go eat something. uh-oh. i only have one tissue.

this does not bode well.