Look, roommate. You've been lying in bed for three weeks. You're neither feverish nor vomiting. If you were three years old you'd be well enough to go to daycare. So I'm not gonna tell you to shut up, get up, and go get a job, but if you think my patience and charity extend to sympathizing with your malingering you're very much mistaken. (What the fuck is the point of malingering when you're unemployed anyway?)