I had to spend two days in the penalty box for unhumanlike conduct. I had a nasty bout of insomnia that left me a bratty, self-pity-filled baby. I figured the Internet didn’t need any more of my self-indulgent babbling about turning into a basement-dwelling gas station attendant. I know I didn’t.
I’m out of the penalty box now after having slept nearly seven hours in row and I’m ready to make amends. So how are you Internet? Are you so excited for Rock of Love 2 this weekend that you can’t stop vibrating? Because I kind of am.