sick

I woke up this morning in a bad state, yet again.

Runny nose, coughing, it wasn't pretty.

The phone rings, of course, about 10 minutes after I wake up as I am still lying in bed. I already know who it is.

"Hello" I say, quickly realizing my voice is not in the same condition it was last night; it's far worse.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, my voice just sucks - I feel fine."

We discuss our plans for the day, then I get off the phone and stumble into the hall, then go to blow my nose as my roommate opens his door.

"That was very feminine of you," he says, and I am reminded that we have gotten far too comfortable around each other.