When I was like three I told everyone I was Scottish, I had an accent and everything, to this day my parents don't know how I figured out what Scottish meant.

So if you've seen me in the past couple of days you will know one major fact about my life: I am sick.

Now when I get sick, I don't get sick like normal people. I turn into a total baby and, what's worse, I don't even mean to. Now since I still live at home, like a good little 19-year-old unemployed college student, my mom is the first person to notice the warning signs, which include the following:

- I sleep, like, A LOT.

- I develop an obsession with apples. Seriously, I crave apple juice any time I'm sick. I have no idea why. I went through a 1/3 gallon jar of applesauce TODAY ALONE.

- The only music I will listen to is Bon Iver and/or Iron & Wine. I'm not quite sure why this is either.

- No matter what plague afflicts me, it will invariably manifest in a sore throat. I get sore throats like most people get dandruff: frequently, inconveniently, and often for no discernible reason.

Yesterday while running a fever of around 103, I got the bright idea to plug my symptoms into WebMD and these are my top five results:

- Ectopic pregnancy

- Throat cancer

- Meningitis (viral/bacterial)

- Tuberculosis

- A common cold

Now, a normal person would think, Oh, I bet I have a cold, and go about their business. BUT NOT ME. Instead, I spend the next four hours Googling meningitis symptoms, tilting my head back and forth, and panicking about how "stiff" my neck has to be before I have to go to the hospital and probably die there.

Don't get me wrong; being sick has some perks. For instance, as this sudden affliction came upon me LITERALLY ON THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING BREAK and I had nothing better to do while laying in misery on my couch, I realized that I suddenly had a golden opportunity. THE OPPORTUNITY OF NETFLIX.

I ran through the lists of TV shows and/or movies that all my friends keep begging me to watch, and decided upon Avatar: The Last Airbender, because I'm a friggin' adult people and I can watch a kid show if I want.

Or anyway, that was my ORIGINAL thinking. Then I actually started watching and my life will never be the same.

Here, a week later, I'm looking up Appa stuffed animals on Amazon.com and covering my sparse Pinterest boards with every single Avatar-themed thing I can find. If you don't know me all that well, I'll let you in on a secret: I obsess over things. When Ryan made me start watching Supernatural, I watched about four seasons in a day and then ended up sucking my brother into it as well and now we're one big demon-hunting-brothers-obsessed team. When I found Firefly on Netflix I didn't leave the house for a solid month. (Only a week of that was spent actually watching the show, the remaining weeks were spent weeping and praying to all Norse, Hindu, and pagan gods that Joss Whedon would continue the series.)

Anyway, so I was halfway done with Season 3 of Avatar when I decided to scroll ahead and see how many seasons were left when suddenly WHAT THE SHITTING HELL THERE'S ONLY THREE SEASONS WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME.

So here I am, sobbing on my couch like a child because THERE ARE ONLY LIKE FIVE EPISODES LEFT EVER and what am I supposed to do after it's over. Have you ever had a book hangover? Where you finish a really good book/series and suddenly you have trouble readjusting to reality? I get those bad. After finishing Harry Potter I just sat in silence in my room for like two months just staring at the walls and whimpering. My parents would say something like "Do your homework, you're seventeen years old for fuck's sake" and I would just reply with "YOU KNOW WHO DOESN'T HAVE TO DO HOMEWORK ANYMORE, FRED WEASLEY BECAUSE HE'S DEAD" and then results would usually split between A) dissolving into tears, or B) veering off into a monologue on why I'm convinced that Sirius and Remus used to be More Than Friends back in the day

Anyway. My point is, I still haven't even started the final episode of Avatar even though I've been there for like two days now because I'm worried about what THIS hangover is going to be like. I have been assured by my Legend Of Korra-watching pals that the ending is perfectly A-OK, but part of me is still suspicious that they're lying and I'll have another Mockingjay moment where I wonder if I'm suddenly hallucinating and maybe this is all some horrifying dream because WHY DO ALL THE GOOD CHARACTERS DIEsorry sorry I'm staying on track.

I'M LOOKING AT YOU PRINCE ZUKO.

So that's where I am in life at the moment. Running a 101 degree fever, mostly unable to talk, and completely and utterly out of damn apple juice. Frick.