You know, our girl Paz here is kind of like Bai Ling to me.

In the sense that if even SHE can’t work up a wackadoo head of steam over something, then I have NO hope of staying awake. The dress kind of looks like shiny tweed, and really doesn’t fit, but she could maybe sell it — were it not for her lipless makeup and listless face. Where is the Paz of yore, who would be mugging so hard you could use her to serve hot cocoa? Sure, Paz often looks kind of cranky, but it’s in a dramatic and campy way, not a meek one. Oh, Paz. Please go find your essence. Have you checked your purse? That’s always where things are when I lose them.