Laylatoot shall be cruelly wrenched from her keyboard tomorrow morning, with little or no opportunity to spew her inanities until next Saturday.

She is already dreading the cold turkey symptoms that shall set in within the next twenty-four hours and fully intends to distract herself with a heaving pile of salamini, mamma’s risotto, manaish, and one terrifying, gut-trembling, knee-knocking job interview.

[Image via: Dyxie]