"Don't you worry! I'll have you looking all pretty and perky in no time." The cosmetologist said as she brandished the silver-lined tube of under eye cream along the sunken moon-shaped bowls of my eyes. "You really mustn't stay up so late at night..." she scolded.

"But I have a manuscript to write," I pleaded in defense.

"Puuuulease! Three New York Times Bestsellers in one year! I think you can coast for a couple nights!"