One notch above miserable

The very worst part about being an adult is getting sick. When you're young, you get leave to do nothing, others will pick up the slack for you. You have a family to commiserate with, to make you tea. You get to stay home from school, eat whatever you want and watch movies all day. As an adult, there are no perks. The cats still need to be fed, the bills need paying, the only food is what you make yourself and the dishes pile up if you don't do them. Then there's all the anxiety about the things I should be getting done, the grand plans I'm not working on because I'm sitting around being sick and feeling sorry for myself! Ah, self-pity, what a trap you are! My tea, the tissue box and I are going to escape, we'll hide in the livingroom, with a book perhaps and let the day pass quietly. The only thing I got that the germs don't is time, I will patiently outlive them!