Dude. Moisturizer.

And a hamburger.

Donatella Versace, in 2005, at age 50:



Donatella Versace in 2008, at age 53:


Can we ban the fashion industry already? I can't find any evidence online that she is physically ill. But there is obviously something wrong.

UPDATE: Like Chris said, this must be an eating disorder. I'll make fun of her horrendous collagen job and boob job until the cows come home, but as far as the three years of emaciation go, this woman needs help, not sycophants.

Duuuuuude

"An inquest into the death of Welsh gym owner Gerald Mellin has found the businessman decapitated himself in his Aston Martin DB7 after an argument with his estranged wife. According to the court, Mellin tied one end of a rope to a tree, climbed into his DB7 and wrapped the other end around his neck. Mellin then jammed the pedal down on the $173,000 car, driving into a busy main road, forcing other drivers to watch his horrific death. Police found his headless body still in the driving seat and his head on the back seat."

Yay!

CT scan of my brain showed nothing.*

I figured as much. Four consecutive weeks of 4-5 hours of sleep per night, no real respite from insane workloads from the office and a lot of physical labor at home were the likely culprit of the headaches. Complete and utter exhaustion.

Sometimes I forget that I'm pushing 39. My body clock thinks it's 29. Hell, my cock thinks it's 19.** I need to make sleep more of a priority. (Says the dumbass posting at 2:50 am.)

Not going into the office Monday and Tuesday was a really smart decision though, I must say. I still got a lot accomplished - I always put in honest workdays from home. I like that environment; nice and quiet, just me huddled in my cave, dressed really warm, typesetting some random Albanian and Russian documents. Log into the office e-mail, check out the latest emergency, log out. Deliver files as needed. Take a catnap. Pop some prescription-grade Tylenol with codeine. Another nap. Back to work.

Honestly, I think I accomplished more in 5-6 hours of work at home each day than I usually do during 9 hours at the office. Between Outlook and Messenger going off every minute, and the phone ringing, and the people coming up to my desk with this problem or this question, even my multitasking abilities get taxed. At home, I just tuned out the world and worked. And didn't lose sick days.



*Ba-dum-dum
**HEY-oh!