UghI feel like a sloth.
I have no ambition to do jack shit.
In a sick & twisted way I'm glad Steve is sick because then he's not really hungry.
That means I don't have to cook. I can live on cereal if I so choose.
I need to take a really nice, long nap.
And have the grocery fairy stock my kitchen for me with healthy, good for you foods with no oreos in sight.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.