The other day Laura wrote an unusual and somewhat disturbing post about what she wants if she ever falls into a coma. At first I read comma and thought “Now how is she gonna fall into a comma?”
Then I graduated from the first grade and started thinking about being in a deep sleep for ninety days. Would my friends fugettabout me? Would my family miss me? Would I lose weight???
Sleeping for ninety days almost started sounding appealing.
Then harsh reality struck.
What would I look like if I stopped shaving, waxing, plucking, dying, and tweezing my hair for ninety days?