This episode is a holiday-season panic attack disguised as a podcast. I ride shotgun through seasonal depression, Black Friday/Cyber Monday marketing insanity, and the endless flood of sale emails that turn “retail therapy” into retail trauma — because saving money never looked so triggering.

The anxiety of trying to survive while working nights, missing daylight for weeks, Uber becoming my makeshift chef, and realizing cooking three meals a day is a luxury even for people without kids. I talk about the grind, the burnout, and the creeping materialism — like the internet turned us into collectors of things instead of creators of memories.

Somewhere in the chaos, I get into the dating-app fatigue, the fantasy of meeting someone organically again, and the hilarious way married women gravitate toward me while I’m out here explaining, once again, why I’m actually not a lesbian. I touch on taking Plan B, questioning who the hell my pre-internet self even was, and dreaming about taking this podcast to a stage one day — Unwell, if you’re listening, hello.

It’s messy, overstimulated, under-slept, and weirdly comforting — the perfect holiday-season meltdown.

This week Rough Drafts I get into the story I never told properly — mostly because it sounds like a fever dream written by a bored screenwriter during lockdown. But here we are.

In this episode, I finally talk about the time I got stuck in Italy, went mildly viral by accident, became the unofficial “pandemic girl” for half the news stations in Canada, and somehow landed a six-month radio show because life loves a plot twist.

I get into the version of me that existed before the internet swallowed all of us whole, the weird ways your brain rewires under pressure, why shaving after 30 should qualify for Olympic recognition, and what happens when your personal growth gets broadcasted to strangers.

It’s chaotic, it’s messy, it’s very Barely Edited — and it explains a lot more about me than I expected.

Rough Drafts… you’re getting the uncut version.

Seasonal depression, vape regrets, murder mysteries, and the time I told a bride to fire her maid of honor — welcome back to the chaos, Rough Drafts.

This episode is a full-course meal of chaos — equal parts caffeine, confession, and Christmas panic. I talk about seasonal depression and how the sound of someone chewing can turn me into a full-blown villain, giving “holiday rage” a whole new meaning.

Then there’s the part where I told a bride to fire her maid of honor — which, for the record, Stefano specifically told me not to do. But because I have a big mouth and a savior complex, I did it anyway. I just couldn’t stand there and let this poor girl’s wedding implode in real time. Sometimes you’ve gotta ignore logic, ignore Stefano, and follow your inner wedding therapist. Choose your maid of honor like you’d choose a business partner: with strategy, not guilt.

From there, it’s a spiral of THC-induced shopping sprees, murder mystery birthday planning, and the last-minute chaos of building my Christmas sets with zero time and too much ambition. Somewhere between giving up vape pens and giving up control, I realize: maybe I thrive in disaster.

It’s unfiltered, unstable, and somehow still festive.