5 things to do with my life while sick

Update on life: I've spent my sick days discovering exciting new blogs, the most interesting/WEIRD of which is not exactly a blog so much as a mystery unfolding before our very eyes, Who is Benjamin Stove?. Who is Benjamin Stove? Who is Benjamin Stove? Who is Benjamin Stove? Who is... nevermind. A guy named Tucker found some crap in his basement, including a painting of a crop circle with mysterious letters hidden behind the canvas. So he decided to pursue the intriguing hint of mystery that the painting and its contents contained, and has now managed not only to discover a great deal about Benjamin Stove (obsessed with crop circles and the alien/ancient culture implications.... can anyone say Stargate SG-1??? Ooooh yeah, and you thought it was just a show!), but uncover letters from Benjamin Stove to a dear penpal (the doctor who inspired him in his love for crop circles) and slips of paper he hid in library books all over the country for people to find; oh, on the flip side of the coin Tucker now has a stalker, who could well be Benjamin Stove himself. I shouldn't say too much more, or Benjamin Stove will start stalking me, too.

And, because you all want to know, update on my health: once again, haven't gotten out of bed all day (except to steal a little bit of chocolate from the candy bowl downstairs, my excuse being that chocolate is good for the sick, though I have a sneaking suspicion that this means I'm getting better). As I mentioned, I've spent my time reading blogs, interrupted every few hours when my computer battery reaches 3% and I have to plug it back in about three feet away from the reach of my bed (yes folks, I am that lazy); I spend the time that I'm not on blogs reading Angela's Ashes, which is just about the most intense and engaging read I've yet encountered. Though it's much less interactive than, say, High Fidelity (which I mention only because I just read it), it speaks so much more. Maybe because I couldn't get over how Rob was a complete bastard and Laura was as spoiled as they come, I just didn't connect - that's not to say that I can connect in any way shape or form with what Frank McCourt and his brothers went through, but it draws me in a great deal more than Nick Hornby does at any point in his novel. Maybe it's just a sick fascination and frank disbelief at the sheer poverty that Ashes portrays that keeps me reading it so avidly. The need to see, what could possibly come next, you know?

Every time Armida comes in, I feel so lazy sitting in bed with either my computer or my book in my lap. She sliced me up three pears to eat for lunch today, in addition to making a beef broth.... I hate this in between sickness! I am definitely well enough to form coherent thoughts and even function a little, which means theoretically I could be in school (I'm not necessarily jumping to do homework or anything, though)... I can actually swallow again now, and my throat doesn't hurt when I move my neck anymore, though my neck's a bit sore from not moving it for two days; my fever's gone, though my temperature has dropped to a rather scary looking 98°F flat - is that too low?? If I were in school, on the other hand, I'd probably be going insane because I'd be lightheaded in all of my classes and feel dizzy and not be able to breath because I'm so stuffed up... I guess those are fair enough reasons not to go to school... but still, it's just this awful boring uselessness that drives me nuts on sick days. Aargh! Now, to find something time consuming and mind numbing....

1) stalk Benjamin Stove

2) make a list of the top 100 things I should do in my life

3) win at computer chess (ha ha)

4) see if I can inch the bed ever-so-slightly closer to the socket, so I can use my computer without having to get out of bed to plug it in any more...

5) go back to sleep