You figured me out

Ech, I'm sick. And I'm irritated. I've been whining about it all day. I can't breathe through my nose. It's killing me. I hate breathing through my mouth; it is so creepy. I feel like Darth Vader. I need a cayenne pepper concoction or something. Anyway, after I told Vanessa that I didn't want to hang out with anyone in my disgusting state, she said the kindest thing--

"Well good luck with your snot."

And that is why she is my best friend.