Thoughts of the Sick and Slightly Out of It

I need to lie down.

I want food.

I wonder what's on television right now.

Who's having fun without me?

I need Kleenex.

What did you just say again? What?

Daffodils are such a pretty flower.

If I collapse right here, hit my head and die, no one is going to find me, and the cats are going to eat my face.

Oh wait, I don't have cats.

And I'm sure work would check up on me.

At some point.

Was Nyquil supposed to keep me up all night?

What's happening on Facebook?

I'm going to be old and alone, aren't I?

I want cupcakes.

So if I'm sick, the calories don't count, right?

My nose hurts.