I've been pretty damn sick the past two weeks. Not confined-to-the-bed-can't-move-around type sick, just lightly sick with the sore throat and stuffed head and all, but TWO weeks is a long time to have a light sickness. I hate it, I hate it, blah.

But the one thing that seems to make things all better- the one thing that makes ANYTHING better, is a grilled cheese sandwich. I fuck you not, a grilled cheese sandwich is my pacifier. And yesterday, when I was all exhausted from twelve hours of work and feeling sicker and sicker, BOOM, my boyfriend whips up some grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup. And it is the best fucking grilled cheese I have ever tasted in my life. Could've been because I was starving, but really, best fucking grilled cheese ever. He's got a secret to them, see, but I can't tell you because I swore I wouldn't and then I went off and told my friend Tyler, so I fucked up already, and when you find a boyfriend that'll make you the best grilled cheese in the world, well my friend, you don't go around fucking that up more than once.

It's the little things, I tell you. The little things.