Being sick is one of the worst things in the world. It's true. You can't do the things you want to do or, worse, the things you need to do. It's true that you get a day or so to replace work or classes with reruns of Buffy or Mad About You, but it's hard to enjoy it when you can only eat bland food and you only have one position you can sit in semi-comfortably. Ya, being sick is the worst. Your head is stuffy yet you're lightheaded (explain that one!), you have an irritating cough/sneeze/constant blowing your nose thing that irritates you and all your friends, it's impossible to find that happy medium between ridiculously hot and ridiculously cold, and your eyes sting so much from lack of sleep that reading and Buffy viewing becomes too painful and you're forced to sit in silence like an overgrown glob-o-human doing absolutely nothing to distract you from the fact that you're miserable and stuck on the couch. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Sleep... sleep...