No Party for You

Being sick means you get to stay in bed all day, which sounds perfect until you realize you’re completely trapped. You’re locked in your room while everyone else is out having an actual weekend—drinking, sleeping with people, feeling like something’s happening. I was stuck at home with tissues and bad television and a refrigerator that kept mocking me with its full shelves.

So what do you do for three days? Clean the apartment for absolutely no reason. Wash everything. Eat tuna and cake until you can’t taste anything anymore. Scroll through Tumblr for hours looking at statistics that mean nothing. Queue up some anime you’ve never heard of. Desperately search for a World of Warcraft alternative that works on Mac. Find Eve Online instead. Spend two hours clicking through the tutorial just to kill one enemy spaceship, then hate it so much you uninstall it immediately. Go back to Plants vs. Zombies. Try to learn Japanese. Pick at your skin. Flirt with weird kids on the internet. Check if it’s snowing yet every few minutes. It’s not.

The sun’s bright outside, which feels personal. The fridge is completely empty because I ate everything in it, so I’ll have to drag myself to the store eventually. At least I’ve memorized the entire television schedule by heart. That’s definitely going to be useful someday.