Just in-case you missed it, here’s Part I and Part II.

In my head, 9am seemed like a reasonable time to get up and hit the gym. I severely underestimated the inevitable caffeine crash that comes with a gallon of coffee and a couple of Red Bulls. I slowly regained consciousness and reached for my buzzing phone around 11:30am.

Vegas 1, J-Ri 0.

I was unbelievably tired. I felt like I could have taken on President Obama in a contest to see who could go the longest without doing anything. I dragged my lifeless body into the bathroom where I witnessed exactly what I would look like if I was on the Lindsay Lohan life plan. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot and I easily could have been on my way to audition for the next Twilight film. I