Michael Jackson and Lindsay Lohan have nothing on me. They can feign illness all they like to avoid molestation trials, concert dates, movie premieres, etc. BUT I AM THE REAL THING, having caught "the vapors" on the subway yesterday while headed to work. Yes, the ever-reliable author of this fine blog collapsed on the N/R platform -and- on the train itself. After a short stint in the emergency room, the official verdict was (well, a virus, but as a result of said virus...) DEHYDRATION AND VERTIGO. I'm Liza!! I'm Liza!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a glamorous Monday, to say nothing on lying on the couch and watching Juliette Prowse in "The Muppet Show." YOWZA.
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