It’s been on my mind since I first heard Demi had been rushed to a hospital, to be treated for “exhaustion.”
First thought: Poor thing; she just broke up with Ashton, now this.
Second thought: Wow, it would be kind of awesome to be holed up in a hospital for a few days. I could sleep, maybe get some good drugs, sleep more, surrender myself to the care of nurses, play a couple thousand rounds of Words With Friends, listen as a doctor somberly said, “Your family needs to let you get more rest on a regular basis, I’ll have a talk with them.” And then, I’d sleep more.
This is the un-sexy crap that passes as fantasy material for me these days. And, sadly, there’s more where that came from.
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