huh?

somewhere between the tissues, coughmedicine and blankets, coups of tea, fisherman's friend and movies, I realized that when you're sick you are aloud to be off the road. but eventually you'll find that stage kind of hopeless and prevent of social knowledge. you'll end up talking to your pillow like that was the most normal thing you would do and you'll probably have the most giving conversations that you've had for a long long time cause the fever has taken control of your body and all you can do is fighting back, in a very laidback, comfortable position of course. well, well, after a week in darkness, talking with my pillow and sharing the most important moments in life with bret and jamaine, murray and mel (and don't forget to mention the bongo-guy.) and of course tyra banks and her girls, joey and his friends, hiedi and her other spoiled friends. dr phil, xzibit and his freaking guys, finch and his just shoot me companions and that girl who I don't know the name of who showes wonderful houses in mid-france to retired couples and last but really not least michael scofield and his crazy stupid and the most clever, smart and awsome guys in prison break. well, I kind of hate you all and I'm ready to start my life again... right after the comersialbreak.