It turns out that suffering from insomnia for ten years and then suddenly finding yourself cured (three cheers for Zoloft!) will transform you into a next-level narcoleptic. I'm serious: I can sleep anywhere. And frequently do.
And apparently I can also sleep through an earthquake, alien apocalypse, or cat attack.
(Kendrick's payback will be swift, and it will be mighty. Don't you worry.)
Awhile back, I had a terrible haircut. Like, a terrible one. An unacceptable one. The kind of haircut that makes you feel sad, because there is literally nothing you can do with it that isn't terrible and unacceptable.
Around that time, Francesca, Brie and I went to Desert Hot Springs for a girls' weekend. While we were there I whined a whole lot about my terrible haircut, and so Francesca took pity on me and taught me a trick.
...And here it is:
While I was on the cruise, I decided to make a little video showing what I do for beauty and skincare while I'm traveling. The end result was...you know what? I'm just going to go ahead and call it a must-see.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Christmas trees! And MUFFINS! Glorious.
This year, the decorating process was a little…ahh…rough. I’d spent the entire previous day flat on my back with the plague, and when I emerged from my cave-bedroom I wasn’t exactly a bundle of joy. But ornaments and lights have a way of making you feel - if not “peppy,” perhaps - certainly festive.
As do muffins.
