When the hell is an enterprising doctor going to invent a cure for PMS, seriously? Personally I hate going batshit like clockwork every 28 days.

If someone could invent a pill to cure this thing, they would be a very wealthy person indeed. I suppose this is what Valium is for. I am stressed, exhausted, sleep deprived, gym deprived and the PMS is just the cherry on the cake of my day.

Ah, it looks like I've again made it into that bastion of journalistic excellence, The New York Post.

Once again, the Post—which originally ran a story that was actually the basis of AMI's lawsuit against me—mentioned my long-dead but oft-resurrected book. Thanks to the commenter who pointed me towards the story, as I have no time to eat or sleep anymore, let alone read the Post.

The skies have parted and after SIX WEEKS of searching I have a lease! Gorgeous building, amazing water views in SoBe, marble floors, California closets, wine refrigerator, subzero, the whole nine. Thank. Fucking. God. Oh, the best part—the bathroom is at least 150 square feet with a shower and a jacuzzi tub. And of course a bidet. Move in on Monday. No more sofa surfing for this chica.

Uh, I think hell has frozen over. I got--sit down, wait for it--a full-time job. I'm going to be (gasp) the editor in chief of a society magazine. Awww yeah. I start MONDAY. Mind you, I am still decamping at my BFF's in-laws winter house and have yet to find a permanent residence. Ha!