he: i found ur sock at my house
me: u should probably burn it. im dying
he: no. i shall recreate u from foot dna
me: aw ... how sweet (blowing nose sonorously)
I didn't even watch any television. Usually when I'm sick I like to bring the TV into my room, but this time I just couldn't be bothered & anyway, I was incredibly weak. In my rare moments of consciousness I read bits of Borges, which certainly added to my general confused malaise & feverish labyrinthine dreams.
On the bright side, being ill for five days is probably one of the easiest diets ever. I feel so svelte & well-rested! It's like having spent a week at some fancy pants Hollywood spa.
Of course, I broke fast last nite at Good World with a big plate of Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes & lingonberries, along with a couple of beers, but I actually think that's what cured me. Scandos are the best. They really know what they're doing. Besides being world leaders in physical attractiveness, progressive social mores, and stylish, efficient furniture design, their food is the best & incidentally, they spawned moi. SKAAL!
