You get some much needed rest.
You get to catch up on movies and sitcoms (rather, reruns).
You get pampered by everyone and your wish is everyone’s command basically.
You say you want apples, you get apples. You say you want khichdi, garama-garam khichdi ready. You say you want Biryani, you get yelled at, because the doctor told you to go on a vegetarian diet. :(
You get to be cranky and rude, and actually get away with it. Yay!
You can sleep as much as you want to without anyone calling you lazy.
You start missing Mummy,Daddy and chechi. :(
In spite of having all the time in the world for sleeping, you toss and turn in your bed all night because sleep simply refuses to grace you.
You feel like throwing up at the mere mention of food.
You get emotional about every damn thing. About not getting enough sleep, about being alone at home, about not having mummy around to make kanji-pappadam for you, about Carrie and Aidan breaking up, Monica and Chandler not being able to conceive, Jim and Michelle finally hooking up at the end of American Pie 2 etc. As you might have gathered, I did a lot of movie and sitcom-watching.
You have to have all those yuck tablets.
You get so cranky, you become unbearable even to yourself.
And finally, after five days of staying at home, you become too lazy to go to office at the end of it.
Which is exactly what has happened to me.