You can watch this music video over and over again because cold medicine and lack of sleep make it even more trippy than it probably actually is:
You can see how long your beard can get since you haven't left the house in two days and really shaving is another step a 101 degree fever doesn't have time to do.
You can watch Sex and the City from the very first season and sigh at the end of each episode because even in your haze of not eating in a few days, you still can recite almost every line in perfect timing and you still laugh at all your favorite parts as if you've never seen the show before.
You can call people with your raspy voice and leave voicemails not saying who you are and leave people guessing who you are because you sound nothing like yourself at all.
You can figure out your neighbor's schedule. He gets up at 7am and then takes a fifteen minute long shower and flushes the toilet and then walks around his apartment for a half hour and then is gone until about 6pm and then makes his calls as you can hear him laughing or yelling or chatting and then he watches t.v. and goes to bed around ten. You will hear this perfectly because you will have nothing better to do.
You can read the magazines that you've been buying, but letting pile up because you have been working here or meeting these people here or writing this for that or editing this for that. Plus, magazines are good because they are short and when you are sick you nap every 3.5 seconds. Thank God for editorials that last only a page and a half or I would get nothing done.
You can journal. You can write stuff while hopped up on medicine and lack of sleep and then the next day you can come back to it and say to yourself in that raspy voice you are prank calling people with "What the hell did I write?"
You can have your laptop on your lap and even respond to emails because if you don't respond to some peoples' emails they think you are dead and then it's that whole Tom Sawyer thing where he fakes his own death and then falls through the rafters at his own funeral while his Aunt Polly is delivering a eulogy or something... except it's nothing like that because I'm not dead or faking death I just wanted to use a Tom Sawyer reference right now.
You can update your myspace profile and facebook profile so it shines to perfection and then realize no matter how sick you are, doing this has just wasted seven million seconds of your life.
You can contemplate all the things you are going to do in the future that will take better care of yourself so you don't wind up in this situation again.
Then you can think about how much you want to go out and have a glass of wine... or three.
