Sick

I'm on my third day not getting out of bed. I'm tired of being sick and am getting up and joining the real world tomorrow whether I feel better or not. I will feel better, i feel pretty good now. I got sick on weds. I went out on Thanksgiving with my homegirl and a date. It was fun but I won't be seeing him again. She talked me into going out on Fri. as well. I knew I was going to get worse but I also knew I would have the weekend to get better. We went to see Neurosis at Dantes. They were wierd. Kinda like the dead combined with tool or something. I wasn't having a terrible time but Christine wasn't into it so we bailed and went to the hut. We met some dudes and drank beers with them a little and then after the bar closed. Then we went home. As predicted I was sicker the next day and decided I would stay in bed till I got well. Fast forward to today and that is finally the case. What is surprising to me is how stoked I was with just staying in bed. Usually when I stay home on a Saturday night for any reason I get ants in my pants and I can feel people partying without me. This time I was right where I wanted to be. I haven't showered since friday. EEEEW.