What is up, Buttercup? Hey, I don't know if you're walking today. I will not be because I'm here

reporting live from the trenches of whatever plague it is that may have overtaken my body,

possibly COVID, possibly just an extreme case of too much fun with friends.

Either way, I'm a little weak, a little nauseous, but I'm surviving exclusively on

popcorn.

You're going to hear all about my physically insane girls' weekend, my rather controversial

sleep hacking plan, the bodega betrayal of the century, some thoughts on why the

term narcissist might be the new gluten, plus a dance class that left me limping my ADHD card

detailing business idea and a couple of shows you need to watch this week on Netflix.

Oh, there's so much, so much to cover.

So if you are walking on Wednesdays, check your step count.

Otherwise, grab a bag of kettle corn.

Let's get to it.

The only thing I want to eat right now, there's just one thing.

And it's because I haven't eaten really almost all day.

I made a little bit of soup and nothing sounds good.

Everything makes my stomach turn.

It's like I'm on a high dose of Ozzympic, but I'm not.

I just like everything turns my stomach. Nothing sounds good. I'm so weak. And the last thing you want when you're not eaten and you're

not feeling well is a balanced meal. You don't want to eat something healthy. Like you just have to

figure out, okay, is there anything that sounds good?

And then that's all that you want.

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