a head cold is not a good thing.

 the worlds worst head cold has decided to make a stop in my face. Oh good.

in other news, the following is a direct, ver batim, recollection of a conversation I had this evening with my faire Roxanna.

It begins with us snuggling in bed, her head on my chest. 

Me: <Deep breath> "You-….. "<trails off>

Her: <lifts her head to look at me curiously>

Me: "I lost my courage halfway through saying that." 

Her: <setting head back down> "Oh. That happens. What was it?"

Me: <another breath> "I was saying you should move in."

Her: <silently playing with my chest hair for several seconds, and then> "I should."

On that note, advil PM time, and then to pass out.