Not Gilligan's Island, cause it had years of company, granted it was reluctant, but still.
Not the Survivor island because I'm not being trampled on by camera crews and people doing the guerrilla-version of Biggest Looser mixed with Fear Factor.
Just an island. The Isle of Aria.
Like Lovey without Thurston.
Ever have one of those days? When even your go-to gals don't get where you're coming from. And you sound a little odd to yourself, but aren't sure if that's really you or the you you're seeing from the eyes of your not-in-sync observers.
So it is with me this week.
I quit smoking... Yes, again.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I've been a little stabby.
But when the first day of quitting falls on top of four hours of sleep and PMS, and I didn't wind up being indicted for first-degree murder, I'm willing to call that a win.