I have now been sick and without a voice for three days thanks to the stupid flu, so I am soooo ready for a good rant.
However, even though I haven't been able to talk, I must say that I have enjoyed the time off. I mean, even hacking my guts up in bed beats going to school. And I never realised how many mangas you could read whne you have three entire days off! I am now about out of reading material, again.
A lot of the kids at school have been praying for me (which is odd, since they never really talk to me while I'm there) and I appreciate all thier concern, but I have found being sick incredably restful. In a strange way, It's like I'm on vacation, or as the British say, "On Holiday!"
I have been able to eat what I wanted, (which wasn't much since my stomch wanted to puke it all up, but it was still better than cafeteria food.) listen to my music, and read and write to my hearts content. I've even had my meals served to me in bed by my delightfully concerned siblings.
I haven't been pestered by teachers, harrased by the jocks, or gushed over by the idiot blondes my school refers to as "cheerleaders". I haven't had to pretend to pay attention to anyone, or abandon my blissful fantasy world for a moment.
I really ought to be sick more often! Maybe next time I'll get the chicken pox...