Unnecessary blogging about being sick

• All I want is comfort food. Soups, mashed vegetables, anything hot. If you're looking for something fresh and healthy, keep on truckin'. 
• I toe the line between sleeping for sixteen hours and delusions of productivity. "I may be at home but I can definitely get this, this, and this done. After I nap."
• I tend to sporadically moan and groan. Walking up the stairs. Groan. Toothpaste cap won't twist right? Groan. You know that scene in When Harry Met Sally where Harry moans in bed for no reason? Bingo.
• As luck would have it, I only get sick once or twice a year and always during a deadline week. Hello, panic. You don't want to be near me when that happens.
• I look confused all the time. Blame it on the Nyquil, Dayquil, Mucinex, and Theraflu fog.
• What's that wheezing/whistling noise? Oh, that's me trying to breathe through my nose. 
• I start craving random food that involves more than twenty minutes of cooking time. Creamy polenta with braised oxtail sounds good. Chocolate chip cookies sound good. Hot and crusty Italian bread with runny brie sounds good (which doesn't actually require cooking but then I have to get dressed and go to the market. Nah, son. Too much work.). 

Update: Fuck it. Going out for bread, cheese, and the Ready to Bake Tollhouse cookies.