You wake up and don't want to get out of bed, and as long as your phone is near you, you don't have to.
You get to make a dent in that teetering tower by your bed you call your "to-read pile".
You get to watch daytime TV and rediscover episodes of Frasier you forgot existed.
You legit get to skip the gym without feeling any guilt.
You don't miss out on anything because you were going to spend all day on the internet anyway, and you can do that from the sofa.
You get to skip your tea round and be brought cups like some sort of royal.
You can stay in your pyjamas all day, but in an entirely different way to when you were just an unemployed student.
At some point, someone will come home and cook you soup.
In your sick delirium, you figure out some important life stuff.
You actually get to appreciate that sofa you bought and then were too busy to use.
If you do need to go out for supplies, you can use your illness to cut queues.
You get to watch the DVDs you bought five years ago that are still in cling film.
You get to WALLOW in your MISERY, and NO ONE will tell you to just cheer up.
You get to spend all day in bed and feel like you did something good rather than something terrible.
AND you're allowed to commandeer pillows and extra duvet, and for once there won't be a fight over it.