i don't know what to do with myself when i'm sick. i wish i could go to a spa in the mountains. stuck here in obombaland, in weather that looks ill. why blog about it? nobody wants to hear about it, it's so boring.  it's not all sad, right? what if it was all happy? wouldn't that be annoying? so, maybe it's maladaptive, maybe that's how malcontents adapt, or simply have to live. but you're here, reading this sentence. i'm glad.