I have just arrived home from work, and need to leave for the airport in five hours. I'm so tired that I could cry, but honestly, I just don't have the energy. I am happy to fly to sunny Los Angeles, and plan to sleep for four days straight at my hotel on the beach, more or less. A reporter from my favorite newspaper in the world writes tonight to ask, "What's your secret [with men]? Am dying to know!" While I get some beauty sleep between now and Tuesday, I'll let you put forward theories, here in the comments.