autumn doldrums

It’s official. I’m sick. Since the beginning of summer, I’ve operated at 110% and everytime I’ve gotten a tickle in my throat I’ve ingested my weight in Vitamin C because who has time to be sick, you know? But now that Thanksgiving break is coming up – a whole four days of blissful free time – my body’s all “haHA! Let’s get sick! SHE HAS THE TIME!” Baaaaahhhhh

Needless to say, being sick = wanting to wear your sweatpants 24/7. And when I’m at home? Yes. Sweatpants. Sweatpants are the sex when you’re lazing away on the couch. But outside? Resist, fellow uglies! Put down those elastic pants! Step away from your hoodies! Who needs sweatpants when you’ve got plaid, soft jersey dresses and warm wool tights?

I plan on fighting this cough and headache with a battalion of Nyquil, soup, and days spent under the covers with Hugh Grant’s cinematic repertoire. Ack.

Also, let’s not talk about how I look like I have Rosemary’s Baby hair. Jesus.