Last week my partner at work was out with flu like symptoms. I kept joking with him: “Hey, it’s probably swine flu, haha!” And he would argue with me: “It’s not swine flu, haha!”
Well, now I’m sick, and according to expert medical sources… it’s definitely swine flu. Haha.
So I’ve set up camp in my bed, sleeping 18 hours a day and groggily watching old movies on Netflix. Otto Preminger’s Laura is available for streaming, FYI. I also reread Grant Morrison’s All Star Superman, which is what I wish the early 90s “Death of Superman” story could have been. Probably Morrison’s best work next to We3 (which only wins out because it’s about cute animals).
Basically swine flu isn’t that different from regular flu, except I’m tired as hell. Like, mononucleosis tired. I was hoping to use this sick time to catch up on some video games I need to play, but my fingers are too lethargic. I also seem to be having some crazy hallucinations, but I think that’s just my brain trying to compensate for lack of exercise. Which is fine. I have no qualms about telling Batman I love him when he hovers at the foot of my bed.
Also in swine related news: please boycott Hormel forever and ever.