This is how I'd like to leap out of bed in the morning:
It's not of course. I look more like this:
Why is that?
It could have something to do with sitting up till the am's reading the new Vanity Fair about Tiger's toys.
This always happens when the black-clad magazine arrives in my letterbox.
Last time it was Ms Nancy Jo Sales and the little blighters in Louboutins.
But for Ms Sales next day blinky-lids are 100% worth it.