So, I didn’t get dinner on the table last night. Thank God for fast food.

My hair is not brushed. Not a trace of makeup is on my face.

It took until 5 pm to get the entire school day completed yesterday.

I’m pretty sure I forgot about a conference call.

And I didn’t make it outside once, except for the 30 seconds it took for me to get the mail.

I’m fighting a cold or something that’s making my body ache (or was that from my trainer?) and my throat is sore.

I think my problem is that I am hoping that, eventually, someone will come save me. Like a knight in shining armor. Or a prince. Hey, it happens in movies, why can’t it happen to me???!

Well, until then, I guess I’ll continue to save myself. And take a lot of Zicam.