Long story, but I did not attend my "Cinderella ball" of a holiday party at Chicago's Art Institute this evening. (I did, however, get all dolled up for the event, as is barely evidenced by the above picture.) My rockstar hair was bummed about the decision, but the cat lady in me was a bit relieved. Instead of wandering out in the subzero temperatures to enjoy beautiful art and fancy cocktails, I stayed home and watched House Hunters reruns with my parents, drank coffee from our new-to-us Keurig machine, ate pizza from Giordano's, and tried not to dwell on the fact that I could have skipped the shower after all.

You're never too young to become a hermit.