Last night I saw the premiere of Rachel Zoe's new show. It was pretty decent. Interesting to see what goes into being a stylist. Definitely more than I would have imagined but still not something I'd ever be interested in and despite fashion being an art form, it's part of a superficial consumerism that I wouldn't want to get sucked into. And perfect to follow up Million Dollar Listings. Oy vey. Any who, I somehow ended up dreaming about the dang show, like I was working for that overly tired, bag-eyed lady. And woke up in the middle of the night. And generally did not get a good night's sleep. But I'm somehow wide awake, chipper and happy. Also happy that I sort of self assessed my issues yesterday and seem to have more clarity.