My boyfriend is awesomecakes.

It's past 11pm. His dinner just ended. He just called to tell me that no matter how gross I look and even though I have toilet paper plugging my nose, he's packed up some lunch for me for tomorrow, and he's coming over to drop it off.

Awesome, dude.

God, I wish I could call out tomorrow, too. Honestly, I feel no better than I did when I woke up this morning. I'm trying to treat my nose delicately as to not have the week-long post-cold scabby thing happen, but I think I'm losing the battle.

In other news, deliriouscat is a dork who writes haikus about nasal mucus. The end.