When you're sick, no matter how old you are, you wish your mom were there to take care of you. Because the pizza guy is willing to bring you food, but it's unlikely he'll buy you another box of Kleenex when you run out.
If you hadn't gathered, I'm sick. It's just a standard cold (or possibly the flu; doctors are for wussies), but it's the full-fledged disgusting kind, complete with snot bubbles. My whole face is leaking.
I'm pretty gross right now. Fortunately, I have a very fluffy dog whose not-so-secret superpower is cuddling. (Also something the pizza guy isn't in for.)
Real post tomorrow!
Dana the Biped