When you’re ill on a weekday, it’s usually because the grossos at work are unclean and generally want to make your life worse by inflicting their disease on you. The feeling of being infirm while hauling your body onto a subway to get to the place that made you sick in the first place is immeasurably horrendous.
However, when the weekend rolls around, you force your sickness down to the depths of yourself in order to take advantage of the minimal amount of free time available to you, downing shots of whiskey with shots of Emergen-C. On Sunday afternoon, you still feel mildly okay, but by Sunday night, the malady has re-set in with a vengeance, a mirror of your mental illness as a result of starting a new work week,