The worst part of being sick.

I hate being sick. It's immensely boring, so boring that I end up spoiling something for myself via the internet. That's definitely the worst part of being sick. I mean, I love the internet way more than the average person, and I am way too attached to it, but sometimes it can really be a bitch. Just because I want to know what's going to happen next on How I Met Your Mother, doesn't mean I really want to know. It's worse with shows you're watching after they've already aired. In 2 seconds you already have zillions of forums discussing events that you haven't seen yet. That's why my Lost stage was so very, very short. Sometimes, if you're lucky, spoiling something just makes it even more intriguing. But since the writers hate me (as stated in, Bang Bang Kiss Kiss but Not For Long because it will end in a Major Letdown), most of the time I just end up regretting watching that fan-vid and cursing the internet instead of my own stupidity. Still, occasionally you miss-interpret the information and end up surprised anyway. Or maybe the worst part of being sick is that my judgement gets way off. I love terrible Sarah Michelle Gellar movies about magic food, or end up crying during Never Been Kissed. But sometimes, something even worse happens and you end up watching an I Didn't Know I was Pregnant marathon until you end up huddled in the corner of the couch, peeking through your hands as the humongous, screaming women bores two squirmy purply things. Birth is gross. But then again maybe it's the fact that I'm out of orange juice.