That’s right. I have nothing to report. Today’s big news: my chest phlegm has loosened, thus meaning I won’t even have my cold to blog about for much longer. Which is fine. I’m sick of it.

Today I:

• drank a lot of Emergen-C. At this point I’ve developed a taste for it and I think I’m doing shots of it for fun. You know what would make it really good? Vodka.
• cleaned, although it’s not obvious. We’ve been swimming in clutter, which makes me nuts. That British guy who kicks cluttered people’s asses on Oprah was supposed to email me this week and tell me how to fix the clutter, but he didn’t. Probably because his inbox is a fucking disaster.
• napped. I can’t decide if the napping is just good, smart business or some very quiet cry for help. Or not so quiet. Brian told me I’ve been snoring. Damn cold.
• helped Clara Jane with her homework. Her class is having a friendship party on Tuesday, and we had to write one nice thing about her classmates. This gives me something new to neuroticize. For the boys, she mostly said that she likes playing chase with them. With the girls, she complimented clothes and hair. She also called three girls her best friend, which is going to cause a massive shit storm at some point in her life. I predict fifth grade, because that’s when the best friend loyalty shit really goes down.
• made up the word neuroticize. I love it!
• was drafted to put Clara Jane to bed, which I should be doing now.
• Provided a voice for Chloe, the bird-mangling, raw pasta-eating basset hound. She and Clara Jane conversed for about fifteen minutes.
• got in trouble for playing my music too loud and singing. I couldn’t help it! The Underground Garage played Roll Over Beethoven and Tell Him back-to-back. Granted, it’s a little embarrassing that I was lectured by my four-year-old for playing my music too loud, and for my provocative dance moves. She’s so square.