Folks,

I'm back after two days lying on Ladyfriend Sarah's couch wishing for death. Ok, perhaps that's an exaggeration, but I did have a nasty little stomach virus that literally and figuratively knocked me on my ass.

I hate being sick. It's one of those things that doesn't translate well to adulthood. I mean, when you're a kid and you're sick and you stay home from school it honestly doesn't matter that much that you feel like crap - it's still a day off. But as an adult I want to be using my sick days for fun stuff, not for actually being sick. That defeats the whole purpose. I essentially want my sick time to represent ten more vaction days.

Not only that, but now I'm way behind at work. Arg.