I had a week of being

Hideously bedridden.

It gave me a week to look at myself and see what i have become.
Days to do things i never get around to doing. Chinese study.
Hours to take stock of my life and decide if i like it.
Minutes to think up better goals

And seconds to realize that at the end of the week, after the sleeping off the fevers, i didn't get around to doing any of that.

So anyway, i came through the week whole, scarred and mutilated to prove it. I feel set to once again grace the outside world with my presence. There will be screaming, and it won't be mine.