Way too cold in LA. Did not sign up for this crap.

Forgot I had a 7AM meeting until 7:20. In the shower.

It was a phone meeting, with India, and it went better than it had a right to be ("What does your row 23 say?" "I don't have a row 23--it goes from 22 to 24." "Then unhide/unfilter row 23--what does it say now?" "Oh, it says the info you were asking about.")

Now I'm at work, stuck in a jacket because a loo visit told me how sheer this white shirt is. Fuck you, white shirts I can afford. Fuck you.

really nervous which must be kinda weird for someone who's talked in front of a lot of people her whole life

The difference between your words and someone else's is huge, as is the difference between prepared words and improvised ones.

It is really cold in LA, but I sort of love it. The only downside is I have no warm sweater/jacket that fits over my pregnant belly! I need to fix this pronto, hopefully on the inexpensive side as I'll only need it for a short time. I've been making do with a cozy cashmere sweater that I can't zip up, so my arms and back are warm but poor baby is probably all, "It's freaking cold!!!!"

Someone - Liese? - was asking about glass fleck top coats. I don't know if this is what you had in mind, bur I found some Orly Prisma Gloss in gold. It's an older polish - I found it at a discount store.

Somehow I read that quickly as glass fleck top GOATS.

Yeah, you won't find those at the discount store. More of a custom job.

OH! I forgot I had a crazy dream to share.

Jesse and I were at a yoga retreat (which? yeah, no I am in no shape for a yoga retreat) and it was super duper out there. We had to all be in this giant communal room for everything and there were different sections where we did "bonding and sharing" and there was a hanging toilet behind some hung up sheets we were supposed to use.

That sounds like my nightmare! I'd have to pee outside.

Oh! I didn't know until my coworker told me, but Jennifer Lawrence saying "It says I beat Meryl"? A quote from The First Wives' Club.

there was a hanging toilet behind some hung up sheets we were supposed to use.

Now you've piqued my curiosity. When the hanging toilet is used, where does the crap go?

it was basically a bedpan. I was too horrified to even contemplate. Jesse and I were making OH HELL NO faces at each other as we were pulled to different groups.

Oh. I was thinking maybe it was some magical toilet or something.