Forget Paxil, try fashion
This semester, the OneStart gods have graced me with 9:30 a.m. classes four days a week, and it is seriously starting to affect my fashion sense. Everyone knows that my earliest wake-up time is 10 a.m. -- if that's when Ellen DeGeneres starts shaking her ass, that's when I do, too (one exception: early-morning sex). Without Ellen, I am left stumbling around my room, in the dark, throwing stylistic caution to the wind. (It's true: one morning I left wearing those flower-shaped pasties Lil' Kim once wore to an awards show. Ouch.)

