achoo, achoo, i'm even sicker.

i suppose i should update this thing. the problem is, i've been sick for a few days, and there's not really much to say. i've been camping out at my friends' house since thursday night, making sure their futon doesn't go anywhere and trying not to get anyone else sick. i can give you an overview of what i've been doing, but it's not going to be incredibly entertaining.

• hours i've been out of this house since thursday: 3.5
• discs of arrested development watched: two. (but there's still time.)
• times i've checked my email: about 27. i admit that i have a problem.
• times i've vomited in the trash can: 1
• times i've vomited on the floor: 0. good job katherine.
• people who had the unfortunate fate of being within earshot: 3
• naps i've taken: 12 or 13.
• times we've played iron and wine's trapeze swinger: at least 5. it's very good for lulling one to sleep.
• new people i met while lying curled up on the futon with an unbelievably higher fever and cold sweats: 4

and that about covers it. thanks again to khadija, my ever-faithful nurse. and nate, aaron, dean, and anya, as always, it was lovely to talk to you yesterday. all right. perhaps it's time for one more episode of arrested development before naptime. i gotta get better before tomorrow night... gr, here i come, pulmonary infection and all. peace out.