um?

so, something in my room smells like bread. not like toast, so it is probably not a stroke, but an actual loaf of bread. have i been drunkenly munching on bread at night? am i actually liz lemon and i sleep eat? not that i know of and probably. no thanks bread-bed.

omg also, fucking this. sadly it isn't the whole book in all of its glory, but this will give you a wee taste. then you will go out and buy a copy for yourself and send one to me as a thank you and i will keep the extras in my bag and pass them out to people in bars to make friends like i did with old lady halloween candy last year. this is a capital idea, no?