I hate being sick. I don't know who likes it but I really really hate it. Every year, I think to myself, I'm going to be extremely proactive about not getting sick and I will stay healthy. It never works. No matter how many glasses of orange juice I drink, how many times I wash my hands and how actively I try and avoid sick people, I get sick. And although I feel like New York is my home, this is one of those times where I miss living with family where your mom is always right there to comfort you. I guess it's one of those defining moments when you know taking care of yourself when you're sick is part of being an adult. So, I'm popping in Sex and the City: The Movie and popping a few more Tylenol severe cold and riding this bitch out. Wish me luck!