Sickie

What are you like when you're sick? Me, I'm needy. SOOOOoooo needy. Some people are stoic, like my boyfriend, some are whiny, some are just totally withdrawn. I turn into a sad puppy. I want affection, attention, love, pats on the head, whatever. I'll even moan a little after an especially rattling round of coughing to get that little bit of sympathy. Pathetic, I know.

But at work the last three days, I've tried to be stoic about it. Hard to do when you're hacking up a lung and talk like a lifelong smoker (which I've never been), but there you go. I'm not getting the sympathy I want, so I'll go home tonight and feel sorry for myself.

So Lewis Black, in my opinion, is one of the funniest men on earth. He has this bit about Nyquil. "The moonshine of medicine," he calls it. He says, "it comes in two flavors, Red and Green. And it's the only thing in the world that tastes like red and green." Unfortunately, the stuff doesn't work for me anymore, and last night I was loopy as a loon on it.

I can't think of anything else that tastes like green though, can you? I eat green things, but they don't taste green. I'm going to work on this. . .