Fight Manager

This is to be the last year of my 30s. Which doesn't really bother me. But I'm becoming more and more acutely aware that no matter how blithe my attitude toward fitness, how youthful my culinary choices ( #tatertots), or how in touch with fashion my In Style keeps me, the fact is: aging is…

I’m not dead. Let’s have dinner.

With bread. And cake. All the cake. Quickly. Augustine Louis arrived with little incident! I got to wear an oxygen mask, which I'd rather not do again, and eventually got drugs, which was great. Still, it would have been nice to get help for the pain before the agony, which I hear-tell IS possible, just…