Yay, after a week, bronchitis is no longer contagious. In theory. But if I were you. I’d stay as far away from me as possible.

Ninety-nine per cent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.
Quotation from Thornton Wilder

So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o’er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women’s fear and love holds quantity;
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Quotation from Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet

I am sick. I’ve been in bed all weekend. Since we’re both sick, I don’t get any sympathy.

The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window
The tassel of the blind swings gently, tapping the pane,
As a little wind comes in.
The room is the hollow rind of a fruit, a gourd
Scooped out and dry, where a spider,
Folded in its legs as in a bed,
Lies on the dust, watching where is nothing to see but twilight and walls.
Poem by D.H. Lawrence, Malade

Rule #355: Neither be a Genki Girl nor a Mopey One.

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
Here we are now, entertain us.
I feel stupid and contagious.
Here we are now, entertain us:
A mulatto, an albino,
A mosquito,
My libido, a denial.
Lyrics by Nirvana, Smells Like Teen Spirit