fighting a cold really blows. the main weapons in my arsenal currently are:  zicam, pajama pants, skim milk, chicken noodle soup, and shunning the out-of-doors.  today i did venture forth into the wide world of woe to take care of very important matters: 

a charge error from my salon and a grande mocha carmel.

i take withdrawal seriously.   all kinds.

i have a big weekend coming up... full of travel, singing, a party, then more singing with some keys thrown in for good measure.  i’ve really gotten better about not backing out of things last-minute out of fear (okay, terror), so i try not to do it at all (unless i’m dead; i think that’s acceptable) lest i backslide.  besides, this “cold” i’m hosting is only located in my throatal region, so i’m quite hopeful it will get tired of fighting, realize it doesn’t have any backup, surrender, and move out.  and isn’t a foggy voice supposed to be sexy anyway?  shoot, next week’s advent service may be one you don’t want to miss!

i have accomplished a couple things during my holiday slothfulness:  i totally beat Ratchet & Clank Future: A Crack in Time, read Ted Dekker’s Green in one sitting, and finally viewed Battlestar Galactica: The Plan (and now i can finally read Bear’s blog post about the music in it because it had spoilers and i don’t like to be spoiled! i didn’t want anything spoiled!). 

and now it’s time for my zicam.  and bed. 

see you ‘round.