The Mystery of the Red Cabbage

Sometimes before things get awesome they have to get kind of really bad. I've alluded to a stressful (very busy and very sleepless) week or two before leaving for the "trip."

...like the night I ate a can of anchovies and a handful of raisins for dinner...

But I think this is when I really knew things were out of hand:

I was cleaning out my purse and I came across this red cabbage. I'm not quite sure how the red cabbage got into my purse, but I'm going to guess it went something like this:

• wake up after three hours of sleep

• stumble into kitchen

• open fridge door looking for lunch to bring to work

• spy this red cabbage

• think something dumb like, "I'll eat this red cabbage for lunch."

• put it in my purse

• eat normal food for the next couple days and never open purse

Still, I don't think the red cabbage incident is as bad as the time I was in college— sitting in a coffee shop during finals week, practically hallucinating— and I saw a 1996 VW Jetta drive by—the same make and model as the one I drove at the time. And I thought to myself, hopefully inaudibly, "Is that my car?" But spying the driver, I was reassured as I acknowledged, "No, that's not me driving."