Last week I mentioned that my neck was sore. Could be meningitis or could be that I slept weird. Each equally likely, I'd say. The words were barely out of my mouth when PHD says, "My neck is sore too." He proceeded to go on and on about what the pain was like, where it was, what caused it, how miserable it was making him. I told him he was making that up so that he wouldn't have to listen to my my neck story. This caused the neck complaining to increase exponentially until I ran away and hid in another room.