Bored in bed

I'm calling in sick with a horrible bout of flu and brain the consistency of cotton candy.

Urgh.

Perhaps it's nature's way of telling me to stop that whirlwind of activities, take a break, indulge and love myself, or at least let other people do that for me.

Its nice to be fussed over.

To have SweetieShinYee giving me soup for lunch, to have GorgeousGabby's wonderfully filling pasta chicken soup for dinner, have Bansi come over, change my bedlinens for me, and make me lovely lovely ginger tea as a therapeutic nightcap and sort my files and work for me. To have BigMummyMariella come up to check up on me, make my breakfast today, cook a hearty Chilean chicken stew and rice and pao Lemsip for me to drink. And never having to worry about washing up afterwards.

Best of all, ponteng Mike Boston's classes! And get leave off gym and swimming sessions.

To have friends calling and checking up every now and then. Its nice to know how much I'm loved sometimes. Yes, I like the attention. I'm a baby when I'm sick.

But its B-O-R-I-N-G staying in bed all the time!

I want to go out, its such a nice sunny day today, it almost seems unfair to stay cooped up in my room like that.

Wanna go out, wanna go out, wanna go out!

Upping the Redoxon VitC dosage and fingers crossed, I'll be able to make it to Katy Salisbury's [my fav lecturer, though a bit stingy with the marks] class and it's off to London for the weekend!

La la la.

Mind over matter: Get. Well. ASAP.