Raise your hand if you need to be up in eight hours to finish packing in order to make your flight to Boca so that you can flaunt a really lovely citrus scrub in Marci's face while she works.
Raise your hand if you need to do the above and you're four martinis deep.
Also raise your hand if you've been an ornery, pissy, bitch as of late and you're pretty damn thankful that you're friends haven't thought of interesting and non-messy ways to off you.
Raise your hand if you're semi-cautiously optimistic but your pessmism sometimes trumps any remote optimism.
Finally, raise your hand if it took you 139 tries to spell optimism.