Here are some pros and cons to being sick and gross and generally unpleasant to be around:PRO: For the first time that anyone can remember I don't jump up and launch into possessive tackle stance when someone in a twenty-foot vicinity says, "S'mores". R did it last night in an attempt to get me to eat something, and he braced himself against a wall and put his helmet on and everything, but aside from some deep-down primordial twinges I couldn't really be bothered. I mean, those graham crackers are so
pointy and
hard. Thinking about sharp graham crackers makes me want to cry.
CON: Other E happily ate ALL THE S'MORE MATERIALS last night. That's going to reeeeeeally piss me off when I can swallow.
PRO: No one's sure which Chapstick is theirs and no one wants mine, so I get
all the Chapsticks! Yay! I'm carrying them around with me in the front of my tee shirt and lining them up on the coffee table according to flavor.
CON: I bet I won't want to use any of these Chapsticks by Sunday. I bet I'll have to throw the little sick tubes away. And by then I'll be all
emotionally invested and shit. That makes me sad. I should go out right now and buy more Chapsticks to lessen that inevitable parting, but I know what would happen: I wouldn't be able to handle the suspense and I'd open all the new ones and infect them, and then I'd have to throw away like sixty sick tubes. Thinking about throwing away sick Chapstick makes me want to cry.
PRO: I finally have that solid reasoning I've been looking for to lay on the couch and watch cable all day.
CON: I have to stop doing this now. Typing hurts my fingers and makes me want to cry.
