OK, so not so much “sad” as COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY BORED OH DEAR GOD HOW WILL I GET THROUGH THIS I WANT TO GO OUT AND FROLLICK WITH THE HEALTHY PEEPS PLEASE LET ME GOD PLEASE. Etc.

Apparently I have the flu and a throat infection, which would be just dandy except for the fact that I have the flu and a throat infection and the right side of my face is in a constant state of *drip* (eyes, nose, mouth if I look down too long) and my uncommonly plentiful ration of tissues (accrued over many trips to China on the off chance I’d have to use their plumbing) is running out. That’s right, soon I will be obliged to *drip* onto towels and sleeves and pillows and anyone I manage to latch onto and drag over to my sick bed (which bears a striking resemblance to my usual bed, just unmade. VERY unmade). And now even the cats are ignoring me. Bloody fish-eating traitors.

Usually this wouldn’t be so bad. Usually this would be the perfect way of getting out of school and the perfect excuse to crawl into my parents’ bed, turn the electric blanket on and watch DVDs ad infinitum. Unfortunately I no longer have classes to get out of and yesterday’s Boston Legal marathon made me slightly delirious to point where I thought teams of attractive Bostonian litigators were gathered round my bed discussing the best way to sue my throat infection.

So today I’m trying to be practical. No more TV, no more infuriatingly slow trips to the Chinese consulate on the tram followed by a somewhat flu-aggravating march down the length of Chapel St against a steady wind in search of a first edition of Swordspoint, no more cinnamon and philadelphia bagels…

OK, maybe just one. And maybe just a few hours of TV, because no one can seriously expect me to absorb a book as rationally-written as Pride and Prejudice in this condition (or in any condition, really). After all, I’m in a sad state of being where I know I’m sick, but I don’t know if it’s swine flu. Really. Because if I have to have the flu anyway, I at least want a trendy flu. Who’s with me?