That is the question.
Sorry I've been MIA for the past week or so. My immune system finally threw in the towel and basically gave me the finger and stormed off and left a nasty note that said "Dear Sarah, let me know when you're ready to be a real human being and start dressing for the weather and not living on frozen berries and stale cereal, THANKS." As great as Gilmore Girls is, a detailed account of how I consumed seasons of it in a row while laying in bed, breathing through my mouth, groaning every once in a while and trying to muster the strength to put on a pair of pants isn't all that riveting. With all that quality "me" time, though, I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up:
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