In case you were wondering why I’ll never sleep again, it is not because of Prometheus, but instead it is because of the zombie Theodor Herzl who is currently lounging on my sofa. If this wasn’t the most bizarre school project, I have no idea what might be. He is…
Confession: There is little I loathe more than getting a pedicure. I know. I’ll just hand over my female card right now, then, shall I? Because, you know, after I confessed that I’m a colossal failure when it comes to applying eyeliner, I think people were starting to wonder. And…
I suppose there’s a silver lining in here somewhere. It’s my favorite to come home from vacation to this: We don’t know what happened, Mama. There’s just a blue screen when we try to turn on the Mac. My favorite, really. This was my second problem with an Apple product…
