Well, I'm making vegetable soup. I'm having a "detox" week. My body is begging for real food, not fast food, or takeout, or anything with sugar or white flour. I'm so run down, and I'm feeling pretty sure that a cold is imminent. The re-cap episode of Desperate Housewives is on, and I haven't been watching lately.

Where the hell is winter? I'm not complaining, but we haven't had to turn on the heat once this winter. In fact, the windows are all thrown wide open and the warm sun is shining in the living room right now.

With all this sun you'd think I'd be thrillingly happy.. Oh no... I have cramps that would debilitate a horse. Still, I went to the grocery store, made phone calls, and returned emails this morning. However, that was only because D was stealing the covers this morning and I couldn't sleep in the chill.

I'm taking down the Christmas things tomorrow. I don't want to be that person who leaves the tree up 'til after February... Oh God... February. That means Valentine's Day, which I'm starting to hate as much as I hate Christmas.

What is it with girls and holidays? What is it with me and holidays? I try really hard not to expect too much. But I do. It's terrible. As much as I want that picture-perfect day I can't have it, because in my head I've already ruined it. That is so screwed up, and I have no clue how to stop myself. I can only roll my eyes at myself.

It's time to stir the soup.