So I’ve decided today that I am too particular. I’ve been rather ill the past few days with a head cold thing, and I really didn’t feel like cooking tonight so the Hubster offered to make dinner. So he made me some spaghetti– or rather, he tried to… I couldn’t help going into the kitchen to make sure everything was done (right) and stirred the sauce and noodles, drained the noodles, and served the meal. Basically, I took over. I don’t know how, but I’ve become that person. I’m so particular about how I like things that I couldn’t just sit back and let him cook. And it was spaghetti…

…well, figuratively speaking. Remember that cold I was complaining about a couple of days ago? Well, it attacked last night with full force and knocked the wind out of me. I felt fine all day, then when I got home my body died. I ached everywhere and my nose wouldn’t stop running. I had a horrible sleep last night because I woke up every 15 minutes because a) I had trouble breathing, or b) to blow my nose. It was faaaaantastic. I still felt rotten this morning so I stayed home, and thankfully my professor canceled my evening class so I didn’t have to trek to campus at all today.…