Warning: Girl ahead

I got sick today, that kind of random sick-out-of-nowhere experience that just knocks you back. Or down. (Side note: Why is the bathroom floor so comforting when you're sick?) I hate getting sick. I'm not good at it. And it's about the only time when I really, really don't want to be single. I want to be attached so that person has to take care of me. Well, not take care of me exactly, but has to make sympathetic noises and pet my hair and bring me popsicles. Seriously, aside from the bathroom floor thing, the hair-petting craving is the weirdest part of being sick. So, I didn't get my hair stroked, but I did get to watch about four solid hours of Gilmore Girls. And it was almost as good.