I'm a sick puppy

I was just reading back through my last couple of blog posts and I'm noticing a pattern here - I only seem to blog when I'm down with the sickness.

Why is this? What is there about me having a stuffed up, nose, feverish brow and rattling lungs that compels me to think "Wow, I feel awful. I must write this shit down!".

What normal people do in this situation - well I say normal people although I think I've yet to find one solitary person in all my 34 years that I would describe as truly normal, and what is "normal" anyway, who decides what is normal and by what measure normalcy is quantified, if indeed it can be?... but I digress. What, for the sake of argument I shall call most people would do in this situation is take as many pills and potions as possible and attempt to sleep until they feel better. But no, not me.

Don't get me wrong, I'll take all the pills and potions that are going and squirt whatever the hell you give me up my red raw nose until it bleeds (like it did rather explosively just a short while ago) but then instead of attempting to drift into blessed unconsciousness I'll sit here at midnight, watching First Blood, feeling like crap and tripping my feverish tits off on night nurse waffling on here to non-existent blog readers about it all.

What is wrong with me?

Oh, yeah that's right... I'm sick... again.