I can’t kick this horrible cold, I feel gross, I feel tired, I feel lazy and I want to complain. Sorry. I have so much to do and so many errands to run. The only food in my house is a basket of Harry and David goodies, which is heaven… but when you’ve got a cold and you want to get better, lunching on chocolate covered pretzels and cinnamon roasted cashews is neither the healthiest nor wisest choice of grub.

I want to go out and get what I need whilst existing as a practically invisible being… I suppose I could wear something mysterious and hide from the crowd as I gather my nutrient rich veggies and fruits, vitamin C, and various chicken soup ingredients, (with hopes of not a single soul discovering my red nose, death-like appearance, and congested-ness). I could arrive at Trader Joe’s in my mysterious get-up, carry in my mysterious eco-grocery tote, pick up my mysterious odds and ends, check out with my mysterious credit card and then retreat back to my cave here at home.

This is probably something very similar to what I am wearing in my day dream of being a mysterious shopper who ends up actually calling more attention to herself than not.

The reality of it all is that I will never even leave my house. I will sit here at my desk, writing to you people about things that exist only in my strange imagination. I will go downstairs and snack on odds and ends from the Harry & David basket until Jordan comes home with chicken soup that he picked up at my Dad’s office, which my Mom made for me because I am a baby.

Ok. If you’ll excuse me now I must get back to feeling sorry for myself via forcing myself to lie down and watch hours of unimportant television.