Yeah. She is. She being me. “Out” being sick. Again.

I wrote that scathing note to the News Media yesterday at around 2pm… I had been sick on Thursday, staying home from work because whoa! fever, which I never, ever get. I felt better on Friday morning and hauled myself out of bed and to the internship in Hartford. I went directly to work, after that, took some time to have some chicken noodle soup and orange juice (responsible, right? I thought so), and then proceeded to punch in.

I lasted 45 minutes before an irrational fear of vomit sent me running out the door. (Too much info?) I called out this morning, as well**, and have spent the day in bed. I do feel better, and the fever’s gone down, but this headache? Wicked. Absolutely wicked.

I’ve actually spent the day pairing things. It’s a new habit, spurred on by Facebook and Twitter status updates. After all, it’s boring to tell the world that you’re watching a movie. But if you’re “watching the Scarlet Empress and eating sushi” (not what I did today, by the way), it’s much more exciting. So I began with “recovering and Notting Hill.” I moved on to “research and Clue.” It’s now 10pm — my next update will look something like this: “Taking a shower and downloading Twilight.” (I’m sick, and I’M ALLOWED TO INDULGE IN THE CHEESE, OK.) After that, it’s anyone’s guess… Maybe I’ll watch Twilight, if it’s done, or maybe I’ll feel better and find myself in the midst of “more research and a Diet Coke.” I could add a third item, too, if the shower really helps — I could totally be the girl researching, drinking Diet Coke and watching Bend It Like Beckham. Why not, right? Live dangerously or not at all.

Tomorrow is the Walk Against Hunger, and while I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, I’m suddenly having post-sickness doubts. Nonetheless, I will be there, snapping photos and being disgustingly optimistic and whatnot. And then I’ll probably come home and pass out.

I’m counting down the hours, here, until my Pennsylvania horseback-riding vacation, two days of which will apparently be spent indoors, cowering from thunder and lightning. So saith The Weather Channel. But c’est la vie, and at least I’ll have time to work on the In Progress. I’m pretty stoked.

But I have to get there, first, so sayonara for now… Let’s hope this shower clears my head a bit, or my status updates are going to be very, very depressing.

Hmph.

** By the way, Boss? I don’t need your guilt trip on top of my flu. Got it? Fabulous, thanks.