I'm having one of those days when I just want everyone to GO AWAY. Except that I really don't, I just want them not to be harassing me with questions.

And it's frustrating because it all started out so well – I was in a groove, and I had my peppermint mocha, and the sun was shining and the dogs were barking at the FedEx guy – and then it all went to pieces.

My mantra of the moment: 18 days, 18 days, 18 days.