I don't remember what I did today, or who I met. I know a lot of this week revolved around me being sick, and I haven't been keeping up, which was dumb of me.

So instead, I'm going to talk about how I met a guy at work when I was sick once. I was disgusting that day, absolutely disgusting. My eyes were watery, I was endlessly sniffing and blowing my nose constantly.

I approached a customer this day, and asked if he needed anything. He said no, but I asked him about his tattoo. It was a sefirot/sephiroth, which I recognized from randomly reading on Wikipedia one day. We hit it off, and I learned he was from LA and occasionally performed with Christina Perri.

Then, I sneezed all over his black shirt. I was immediately apologetic, and rushed to get him tissue. After he wiped it off, he asked me for my number, to which I replied, "Are you serious?"