They say "STRESSED" is "DESSERTS" spelled backwards...
...Well then dust me with some chocolate curls and call me a backwards torte. Because damn it's been an insane few days. I have an abstract to submit by midnight about a study I haven't done yet; a 3-day statistics exam to complete in 2 days; house guests that I am ungraciously neglecting; and a tax return to file that is officially over due.
On the bright side, I am rockin' some fierce hair today. Like lion's mane, Denise-Richards-in-Undercover-Brother ferocious. I don't know how this happened. Apparently, the secret to great hair is to stay at work until 4AM, come home for a shower, add some Biosilk, and sleep for not more than 2 hours. Yeeehaw! My synapses hate me right now.
So, no reviews today, sadly. But won't you all help me contemplate whether it's even possible to date a guy who is 5 whole inches shorter than you?