a staunch woman

I am sick (again) and have a paper due in approximately 48 hours. This fact is cramping my ability to sit in my sweatsuit on the couch and watch Cary Grant films while wrapped in a blanket drinking cocoa and eating the entire box of Williams-Sonoma peppermint bark that keeps staring me down. Right now, I feel a little like Big Edie from Grey Gardens. I sound like I've spent the past 50 years smoking Lucky Strikes and drinking cheap scotch. If I had a daughter, she'd be wearing her slip on her head and strolling the grounds of our estate. Trust me, it's not sexy, it's geriatric.

Normally I would have dragged myself onto the F train-A train combo, hacking and sneezing like everyone else, but it just seemed like it was more in the holiday spirit to keep my germs at home.
Fa-la-la.