After calling NYEBoy several times, I finally got ahold of him on the phone and told him to call me.
Me: Why the fuck haven't you called?
NYEBoy: I saw my dad had called, so I called him first. He said my dog died.
Me: I'm sorry [insert me being pissed off and not saying anything]
...After more silence and exchange of words...
Me: I think I'm getting sicker.
NYEBoy: How do you know?
Me: I have puss pockets on my tonsils now.
NYEBoy: Are you going to be okay?
Me: [insert sarcasm.] Yeah. I'll try not to die,
NYEBoy: That's not funny.
Man, I'm such a