1. I finally did manage to sleep. The night I wrote the last post I went to bed and slept for nine hours. So maybe the answer to insomnia is eating a chicken cheese burrito and about a million mega crappy chips.
2. The only good thing about the writers strike (which I am in – or on, or whatever means I am not working) is that I caught a repeat of Bill Clinton’s most recent appearance on Letterman, which I hadn’t seen. Am I the only one who feels like now when I see Bill Clinton being interviewed, the experience is kind of like drinking a refreshing bucket of water after having wandered through the desert for seven years? I could almost cry. I mean, it’s like he actually knows stuff about stuff. About all of it. I want me and him to get into pajamas and snuggle on the couch while eating Mint Milanos. Let him absent mindedly tickle my neck while we watch Project Runway. Sigh.
3. If anyone needs a makeover I highly suggest a woman named Didi at the Chanel counter at Lord and Taylor in NYC. She is really sweet and good at what she does.