Me, dashing after Austin, getting into the car: I almost took a migraine pill, but then I decided not to bother.
Austin: I’m sorry your head hurts. Do you want to go back to the house and get a pill? I can wait.
Me: Nah. Work is over now. I’d rather complain to you.
Austin: I'm glad I closed the windows last night. It got down to 49 last night. It's supposed to be cold like that again tonight.
A friend and I were supposed to go out, but she canceled on me.
Me: X said, ‘I know you’re going to kill me.’ I said, ‘I can’t kill you if we don’t get together.’
Austin: Actually, you can. You can send a bomb. Poison them.
A minute later.
Austin: Never mind, you’re a hands-on kind of girl.
Austin: What is O’Brien’s first name on Star Trek.
Me: Miles.
Austin: oh, thank God. I couldn’t remember and it was killing me.
Me: I shouldn’t have answered. We didn’t have to call 9-1-1 or anything.
I have a cold.
Me: My face hurts.
Austin: From your sinuses being clogged?
Me: Yes.
Austin: Well, your face hurts me when I look at it.
