I wake up, rub last night’s glitter off my eyelids, put my underwear back on, “eat” breakfast in bed (bottle of San Pellegrino and a lime) jump on the treadmill, shower (regular shower, the golden kind is reserved for saturdays only in honor of the sabbath), redo my makeup, finally put on some damn clothes, walk the dog, flirt with the neighbor, eat some sort of solid food, pilates, sex, club, sex.

Oh, and at some point I call memaw on her jitterbug.