Super-sick-chic!

Must be a Jell-O induced high, but I have decided say 'arrivederci' to my self-pity bit and to become the prettiest little sick chick in town. Considering my little or no brain power (visions of high-maintenance skanks dance in my head) and abundance of time, catching up on my beauty regime seems like the perfect strategy. Easy yet satisfying.
This will probably last all of 1 hour, after which I predict I will make myself a big soft breakfast, crash in front of a movie, and fall asleep with drool coming out of the side of my mouth.