Well, at least Seinfeld's on....

Sick. Have been lying on the couch for the vast majority of today. Couch is probably sick as well by now. Did get up once to open the door for (who I thought was) my husband. Turned out to be the Girl Scouts, but not really. It was some lady either pretending to be a Girl Scout, or actually making it as the oldest Girl Scout in history...who am I to judge. Bought two boxes of cookies to make up for my inner prejudice. Decided that the cookies will be just the thing to kick off my new plan to Realize My Inner Waif.
Throat has now closed up to the point where swallowing only seems a distant memory, shrouded in warm sepia light with soft romantic music in the background. Had to drink an ENTIRE coffee mug full of poison-flavored Thera-Flu. Decided that perhaps the geniuses behind this powerful drug decided that if they could only make the substance vile enough, the person sick enough to drink it would soon forget all other ailments and concentrate only on controlling gag reflex. If so, it certainly worked for me.
Everyone else is at a party. Luckily enough, I can entertain myself, thank you. I wonder what they're doing there, though. Probably sitting around boring each other with stories about nothing. Good thing I'm here getting well instead of wasting my time there. I'll just watch television some more. Hasn't anyone noticed what a complete train wreck Anna Nicole Smith is? Why, oh why, do they keep running those Trimspa commercials? Am I missing something? Haven't sat down to watch TV at night for a while...must say that there really isn't much to see. I bet they're listening to great music, and dancing and doing tequila shots. Those lucky jerks. I wish I were there.