Unlike the last time I tried to take a break from my editrixing duties, this time around I've promised myself to make like double-sided tape and stick to that commitment. My darkened undereyes and throaty bedroom voice brought on by the seven months of no more than six-and-a-half hours of sleep a night run in direct contrast to the it's-important-to-take-care-of-your-physical-appearance dogma on which ASJINE was founded, and as you know, I find almost nothing more repulsive than a hypocrite.
Therefore, for the next six days, I vow to do nothing but sleep 'til noon, go directly from my jammies to my bikini, sleep lakeside on the chaise, watch my city-pup discover life off the leash and complement my mug of morning coffee with a slice of tastes-like-childhood Cherry Hut cherry pie.
And then sleep some more.
See you next Friday!