Whew!

I just slept for sixteen hours. Yup. Such is the glamourous life of an international flight attendant. I'm in Santa Monica, I could be shopping, sunning, and stalking celebrities but instead I'm behaving like a narcoleptic stasibasiphobic (it's real! look it up).

I feel like freaking Rip van Winkle. Who knows what dire truths turning on the TV and watching CNN may bring? To what lamentable heights gas prices have risen? What dastardly plans hath our smirking President wrought? How little flesh is left on the bones of Lindsay Lohan?

So overwhelming, it just makes a person want..to..just....sleep...mm, of course...

..sleep...

Seriously, maybe *they* are drugging me. It wouldn't be the first time!