"Those are bad for you," Kyle told me, referring to my drink at the coffee shop.
"But what isn't, these days?" I asked him, and he shrugged.
I know that I shouldn't consume so much sugar. And I know I should eat food, so that when I have food, I'm not wolfing it down because I'm starving.
"I have the bird flu," Kyle says, coughing.
"I'm really sorry about that, it's pretty bad, isn't it?" And he nods.
So we go sit down and drink our drinks and open our laptops and stare out the window. We don't talk to each other or listen to music. We just sniffle and think about our haircuts.