Sick days

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While I was laying on my couch yesterday, bemoaning my puny condition, I realized that my sick day routine now still looks a lot like my sick days in high school. The only way to feel better is curling up on the couch or in your bed and hosting your own sick day movie marathon, getting up only to rummage through the kitchen for bland foods to eat (Uncle Ben's microwavable rice and lunchbox-sized applesauce cups were on yesterday's menu).

I watch all the same movies on my sick days. Then, it was "Moulin Rouge," "Pretty in Pink" and "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" (all on VHS, too). Now it's "Breakfast at Tiffany's," "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" and a Beatles movie of my choosing (yesterday it was "Yellow Submarine"). These are the movies that Scott refuses to watch with me. He doesn't know their timeless joy. (I blame "Ferris" for my longstanding crush on Matthew Broderick.)

I think the comfort in having sick day movies is that you don't have to be completely conscious to enjoy them. The delirium of your fever or unfocusing eyes brought on by cold medicine don't interfere with the plot that you already know by heart. And they always make me feel better, too — definitely better than depressing daytime TV with their "go to college in your pj's" or "sell your kidneys for quick cash" commercials. If I was Dr. Jennifer Hannigan, I'd recommend three cc's of DVDs — stat! — then call me in the morning.

What is your sick day routine?