Tuesday, September 27, 2011


I love being an independent woman.  But right now, I understand why people keep significant others and cars around.  I am so sick.  Disgusting, phlegm spewing sick.  In describing my current situation, I told someone that I am "Typhoid Mary-sick, patient zero in a worldwide pandemic-sick."  And there is nothing worse than being incredibly sick and having to take the bus, or worse, walk to the store.  So right now, at this very moment, I wish I had car, or a boyfriend who would walk to the store for me.  But mostly, I wish I had a car.