Try as I might, and no matter how much Dr. Morell ups the Xanax, I am still having a difficult time dealing with the unfairness of life. Everyone else seems to be having all the fun, and here I am, sitting in bed with the shades drawn and the windows nailed shut.
I shouldn't be here. I should be in Saudi Arabia,
The only American woman those
The arabs didn't make her wear a head covering, but when I was there as Secretary of State, they insisted on it. In fact, if I recall correctly, they dropped a feed bag over my head the minute I anded so that I wouldn't frighten any little children. I went along with it because
None of them would come within six feet of me after that.
I can't help it, diary. I could have
Maybe someone would have been able to tell me how to get that camel taste out of my mouth.