Night at the Museum DVD, check. Emma Darcy’s The Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage, check. Donuts, check. Pizza, check.

Attach Miss Lonely Hearts to email. Click Send. Wave goodbye to The Book That Nearly Broke My Brain.

And if I ever say, “Wouldn’t it be fun to write one of those Wodehousian comedy caper everybody plotting against everybody else kind of books?” again, I hope somebody clubs me over the head repeatedly until the idea goes away. It would be less painful.