On being sick when you live alone
Fluish: swollen head, runny nose, achy lassitude: a great pass to feel sorry for myself. But I live alone, so I have to trudge out in the cold to buy food if I'm hungry, and cook it myself if I want anything hot and comforting. Being sick when you live alone -- it sucks. I'll summon my last strength to walk to the library and get some books, and live on boiled eggs and ascorbic acid for the next three days. Not even enough energy to masturbate. Or laugh. If Michelle Pfeiffer came and sat on my face, I wouldn't be able to stick out my tongue.