Allow me to present a play in a few acts, called 'This is Fish's life this past month':
Fish's body: Oh no! Space viral invaders!
Fish: *takes a nap*
Fish's immune system: Huh?
Fish: *sleeps more*
Fish's immune system: Bwah?
Fish: *feels rotten*
Fish's immune system: You want me to do what now?
Fish: *stays in bed for several days straight*
Fish's immune system: Okay, fine, I'll do something! *poke*
Fish: *thinks she's feeling a little bit better*
Fish's immune system: Boy, that sure was a lot of work! You don't mind if we take the next week or two off, right?
Fish: *gives up on going into work for a while*
Fish's office mates: You sound/look horrible, why are you here?
Fish: I don't even remember anymore. I swear when I got up this morning noon, I thought that there was some deadline or something that really had to get done?
Fish's boss: Go home.
Fish: *goes*
Fish: *sleeeeeeeeeeeps*
Fish: *wakes up, but only a little*
Fish: *sits/sleeps on couch and watches lots of hockey and DVDs of crappy awesome middling TV*
Fish: *sleeeeps*
Fish's immune system: I'm getting kind of bored with all this sleeping. Wow, I'm so bored that maybe I'll actually do some work!
Time: *passes*
Fish: Wow, I don't feel quite so much like a puddle of goo anymore! Wow!
Fish's body: *puts it in the net*
Fish: ...is it possible to feel like half a puddle of goo?
Final score:
Fish: |, Fish's immune system's work ethic: 0
Aaaaand in other news, somewhere in there [
I wrote a mini-rec set on the theme of hockey].
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