I have the sweetest cold ever and I’m trying to power through it, unmedicated–just ride the mucus wave or something–but it’s just been a disaster so far.
I woke up this morning to discover an email I had drafted on my Blackberry, probably during some work-dream haze, asking my boss,
Wait, do you really think we should advertise on Danielle Steele novels?
Really glad I couldn’t find the “send” button on that one.
Ugh I feel horrible and I just want to sit around feeling sorry for myself but I can’t because my entire head is gigantic and Precious Moments-esque. WAH.
