Sometimes, when I need a really good night’s sleep, I call my burrito guy to come over and tuck me in.

What’s really missing is a day between Saturday and Sunday.

Let’s be honest. The best moment of the day is when we take off our bra.

A massage is not enough, I need to be rolled through a pasta machine.

Tensing up so the masseuse doesn’t win.

My ideal vacation would be to drop my family off at the airport and then have a week of peace and quiet.

They should invent a Sunday that’s longer than a couple of minutes.

The first two drinks don’t count if you have social anxiety, they just turn you into a normal person.

True luxury is sleeping until you wake up by yourself.

Alcohol: When you want to run away from your problems without moving.

The part right before bench pressing when you’re laying down but not lifting is so good.

Sorry, can’t. I took my bra off and threw it across the room an hour ago. There’s no coming back from that.

They should invent a rest for the wicked.

I’m really looking forward to getting a full 8 hours of overthinking in tonight.

I usually decompose after work rather than decompress.

Wealthy person who has no problems and also meditates sometimes: Meditation is my secret weapon.

Laying in a hammock is essentially saying, “I hope there are no emergencies.”

I’m already far too stressed as it is. And then you also have to have time to just sit there and do nothing.

Being a dog must be wild, everyone you meet is your masseuse.

Me as the therapist: “Listen, just take a nap!”