The worst thing about stomach flu is mostly… well, every symptom that comes with the illness, really. Contracting it on your birthday just adds another layer of insult to the onion soup, spruced with garlic and parsley.
But if there’s any light in the tunnel, as it were, then this is it; Getting all the A Song of Fire And Ice books (or more accurately; doorstoppers) from George R. R. Martin as a birthday gift.
Now the almost eternal bed laying, throbbing headache, inability to keep any food inside the sweet confines of the gastronomical tracts and the general crapstacular mood that comes with the illness seems slightly less off putting.
Mmm, fantasy doorstoppers.
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