Sick puppy

I’ve been sick for days. My head feels like it’s going to explode, my nose is stuffed, I can’t breathe, my stomach is gurgling and my body feels like it’s been beaten up. It seems that whenever I let my guard down and decide I need to take it easy, I get sick. So I lie in bed and fill my body with fluids and cable television.

In the last three days, I’ve watched "Ferris Bueller’s Day Off," "Kate and Leopold," "Mighty Aphrodite," "Manhattan," "Kissing Jessica Stein," "Metropolis," "Unfaithful," Moulin Rouge," "Ghost World," "Planes, Trains and Automobiles," "Flashdance" and "Bridget Jones Diary" twice.

When I’m not glued to movies, I’m watching Metal Mania. Last night I reminisced with Warrant, Poison, Ratt and XYZ, and caught a video by Hanoi Rocks that I haven’t seen in years. Damn, Michael Moore was hot! Oh, well, back to rock and roll fantasies and a high courtesy of Nyquil.