When you are sick, you look for any small comfort to cheer you up and distract you from the snotfest clouding your head (and maybe your judgment).
I was okay this morning, but by this afternoon, I was a bit feverish and sapped of all energy. I had a sour belly, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. Etienne went out after work, so I took the opportunity to spend some time with Rogers on Demand. I watched "Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" first. It was charming and cute, in a sappy way. After that, I decided to catch up on The Daily Show with John Stewart.
And there it is...that small comfort. I saw the John Oliver on Strike segment, which made me adore Patrick Stewart all the more. I got to see Jon's monologue targeting the ridiculous Wile E. Coyote display Binyamin Netanyahu put on at the United Nations. And I got to see Jon tell the story of two Canadian audience members in line for the show taping: the guy proposed to his girlfriend of eight years in line, and her priceless response was, "Fuck yes I'll marry you!" Absolutely priceless! For that brief hour of catching up, I forgot I was sick, and I just enjoyed my favourite kind of humour: satire.
Jon Stewart...(sniffle, sniffle)
...Wish you were here (sneeze).
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