Flippin' Out

I look relatively normal on the outside, including a chocolate-stained white tank, pink pajama pants, and crazy hair.

Inside, I am a complete and total basket case of nerves and stress. I expect the vomiting to commence at any time.

I think only one thing could save the day today, and I'm not about to get on the treadmill, open a bottle of wine, or start smoking again. Where's the garbage man when I need him?