Saturday night

So the guy I was sposed to have a date with just left. I'll call him Mr. Broadband. He was here for about 2 and half hours, even with me being a sick mess. As soon as he opened the door, he said something to the effect of "wow, you look awful" To which I replied with my sarcastic best, "Thank you! LOVELY to see you too".

He brought me still hot matzoh ball soup (that's Jewish version of chicken and dumplings) and it was the BEST I'd ever had. Okay, it was also the first I'd ever had, but man was it good. Chock full of honest to goodness chicken fat gleaming on the surface, and enough salt to make Noah feel thirsty.

He also brought me ice cream, Ben and Jerry's, and some Challah bread, and a decongestant thing I'd asked for. OH... AND a 320 GIG hard drive. omg! My old was was only 75 gig, so I thought I was in 7th heaven. Only to find out that 320 is considered small these days. Sheeesh I'm 5 years out of style.

So I ate, he installed the drive in addition to my original, and we talked and watched an Addams family movie.

The whole time I was thinking, this is really nice- and - I wish I weren't germ laden and feeling bad. At the end of the night he decided to risk a hug anyway. I'm really glad he came over.