Why Josh Can't Be Left Alone

I have a cold. Which for me means bonus attention time. I get to tell everybody I'm "sick as a dog." And everybody feels bad for me. It's great. I mean I feel like garbage and all. From stealing their attention too. But despite the aches and all, I get to pretend like I'm dying. I have some morbid sense about me that likes to entertain such thoughts. You know, picture my own funeral. Girls have their weddings planned out from birth. I can tell you what kind of flowers I want at my graveside...