One born every minute
I'm a sucker for a sad story. I accept that as part of who I am. I actively avoid tragedies and the like because while I enjoy a well told story I have enough depressing things to think about if I should so choose. Like the fact that only 4% of the media is covering the war on it's 5th anniverary. (According to the Daily Show)
Thus, when I started watching Futurama years ago I expected and recieved some great comedy. But, without spoiling anything, there is an episode about Fry's dog that was so sad it could keep me awake at night. However, still without spoiling anything, tonight I watched a four-part episode called "Bender's Big Score" that undid most of the sad parts of the earlier dog episode through yet more clever use of time travel and cryogenics.
So, dispite the continuing pain and discomfort of being ill, I'm happy, because an imaginary cartoon dog got a better life than the sad imaginary cartoon life I thought it got.
As for me, I believe the drugs are working because today's headaches and chills were milder than yesterday's. I've progressed to the sore throat, runny nose, coughing fits and muscle-damage inducing sneezing, which still kinda sucks, but I'm past the whole-body-ache stage and was awake for over 12 hours which is my record for the week. It's amazing how prolonged pains around a 6 will make you appreciate a day spent between 3 and 4. (At 7 I go to the ER, I'm a giant pansy when it comes to pain. Everyone's scale is different, but I suspect my 7 is most people's 5. But I don't have a nice linear scale, it's obviously graduated logaritmicaly, because my 9 is multiple arm fractures and 10 is hour seventeen of twenty-four with stomach flu, which was about the time I started begging god to kill me while I lay upon an x-ray table.)
Thus, when I started watching Futurama years ago I expected and recieved some great comedy. But, without spoiling anything, there is an episode about Fry's dog that was so sad it could keep me awake at night. However, still without spoiling anything, tonight I watched a four-part episode called "Bender's Big Score" that undid most of the sad parts of the earlier dog episode through yet more clever use of time travel and cryogenics.
So, dispite the continuing pain and discomfort of being ill, I'm happy, because an imaginary cartoon dog got a better life than the sad imaginary cartoon life I thought it got.
As for me, I believe the drugs are working because today's headaches and chills were milder than yesterday's. I've progressed to the sore throat, runny nose, coughing fits and muscle-damage inducing sneezing, which still kinda sucks, but I'm past the whole-body-ache stage and was awake for over 12 hours which is my record for the week. It's amazing how prolonged pains around a 6 will make you appreciate a day spent between 3 and 4. (At 7 I go to the ER, I'm a giant pansy when it comes to pain. Everyone's scale is different, but I suspect my 7 is most people's 5. But I don't have a nice linear scale, it's obviously graduated logaritmicaly, because my 9 is multiple arm fractures and 10 is hour seventeen of twenty-four with stomach flu, which was about the time I started begging god to kill me while I lay upon an x-ray table.)