I hate being sick. All the interesting shit in the world happens when I'm home, sick.

Proof: behold who Raj ran into on the last Vancouver Martini Tour. As for me, I was home in bed developing an intimate acquaintence with the Norwalk Virus.

Henry looks poleaxed in all probability because he knows I could not be there with him. Yeah, that's it.

Raj: Hey, would you kindly spit on my head?

Henry: What?