I was feeling pissed at my house mate earlier today. She came downstairs into my suite to fix something in the furnace and we were kinda sniping at each other, for no particular reason. We always get along really well.

Anyway, so ever since then I've been muttering to myself in my head about how irritated I was at her ... and then she just knocked on my door to give me some soup that she made from scratch for me, that will help with the horrible head cold I have.

How sweet is that.

Just goes to show that with true friendship, the stupid things don't matter.