This blows

I tried to pull myself out of this crappy cold we have and into the world where productive people live. I was unsuccessful. This was evidenced by:

1. Driving across town to drop off my work at the office without remembering to bring, you know, THE WORK.

2. Feeling overly pleased with myself for getting dinner ready for our election night guests, on time no less. Then, I opened the door when they arrived and realized I was still wearing my hanes sleep pants and fuzzy slippers. Seriously. Fuzzy slippers. The only thing missing was my pink foam curlers.

Thank God our guests had a cold too so it was like a snotty Kleenex and blankie fest. Except with more booze. And Tylenol cold.