Hello, everybody. I have a glimmer on the cheekbones and the eye bags are pop, pop, pop,

okay? Not to brag, but I'm on day eight of solo parenting. Andrew is approaching American soil,

and I couldn't be happier. I am just at the very end of my rope.

I have bonded with Clyde this past week.

I mean, we've spent a lot of time together, but like, I don't want to change another diaper.

I don't want an early morning wake up.

I don't want to schlep to a school or an appointment.

I don't want to like comb boogers out of the hair.

I need to pass the proverbial baton to Andrew for 48 hours and then reconvene.

Last night, I watched the Call Her Alex, which is Alex Cooper's documentary, I think it's,

I think it would classify as a documentary, a woman of the arts, okay, theater.

And I loved it.

I texted her.

I was hysterical.

I was like, I just want you to know that I'm home alone, sobbing at your documentary.

And I'm so proud of you.

Go get them, Tiger.

Because you know what I learned about myself?

I think many people would assume because I am such a cunt that I would watch something like that be like ah why like

oh my god like I don't have a jealous bone in my body in my body I could never do what she has

done it is so impressive you don't have to like her you don't have to like her. You don't have to listen to her.

You don't have to do any of the things. But you better put respect on her fucking name. Okay.

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