Don't kill me, O.

I did it. Hauled myself out from under my cozy down comfortor to hit the gym at dawn. I've started getting up at 7:00 now - it feels much more humane than 6:30. I fed the sleepy cats, battled a gigantic, man eating roach and settled on my couch with my tea and an Oprah mag I stole from the gym. I sooooo want to mock Oprah. It's there, right on the tips of my fingers the mocking, but oh how she defeats me. I start out all smirky at 10 Ways To Improve Your Life TODAY!!! but halfway through, there I am taking notes. Suddenly I find myself thinking, Yeah - I can call in my destiny! I start to get all excited about my life (just like Oprah said to!) and then immediately begin to feel weird because once you start buying into O's world, it's a slippery, slippery slope to taping Dr. Phil.

By the way, I swear I saw Jessica Simpson walking near Central Park. She's an unusual shade of tan and she's had some kind of work done - her lips are huuuuge.