when being single sucks

i am single three days a week. the other four, it's me and kellyn, but when the weekend rolls around, its just me and i like it. i like coming into my little flat, knowing that it's all mine, with no one to take care of but me, no one to cook for but me, no one to please, but me.

and then a fever spikes.
and the warm saliva begins.
and the inability to feel warm in a 90 degree room.

it sucks to be sick when you're single. your friends feel bad, they wish you well, they offer advice, but they will not touch you or come near you for anything. it is only the love-sick fool that tucks you in, smooths your greasy, sweat-soaked hair back, spoon feeds you miso soup and keeps the green tea flowing.