Hey. I’m still sick but I’m like 23% less mostly dead than I was and that is a HUGE improvement. And for sticking around I’m doing something (two things, technically) fun as a thank you. You’re welcome.
First is something that my publisher is doing to say thanks….they’re giving away 25 Jenny Lawson In A Box prizes. I’m not actually in the box (which is good because I am way more trouble than you would expect) but the box will include a copy of my new book YOU ARE HERE, a copy of Furiously Happy, a YOU ARE HERE tote bag, tattoos, colored pencils and whatever else they have laying around the Flatiron building. This stuff, basically:
Just click RIGHT HERE to enter and have a chance at winning one of the packages. (No purchase necessary. They don’t spam you or sell your info, fyi.)
And as a special thank you from me I’m going to give out a bunch of YOU ARE HERE temporary tattoos to a bunch of people who bought a copy of YOU ARE HERE for someone else, because I keep seeing people giving them to friends or family or leaving them in therapy waiting rooms like demented Gideon Bibles and that is so awesome I want to give you something in return, but first I’m going to sign the clear cover on the tats so that you can take it off and slip it into your book and it’s like I signed it. Or put it on your chest and it’s like I signed that. Or slide it onto your lease agreement and now we’re roommates. The choices are endless.
I’m not describing this correctly because cold medicine exists but look at this video and you’ll understand.
If you want a chance to win the package go to my publisher’s page here. If you want a chance to win the signed tattoos just leave a comment telling me if you bought the book as a gift for someone who needed it (it’s okay if the person who needed it was you) and I’ll choose a bunch of people at random to get signed tattoos. (But you won’t get them until next week at least because I don’t want to send you my germs and end up being Typhoid Mary, part 2.)
PS. Speaking of cold medicine, if you’re not on twitter you missed this.
PPS. I have an app now to keep track of my meds so I don’t accidentally die. No worries. Unless my phone runs out of battery. Then we’re all fucked.
PPPS. I’m too sick to spellcheck. Forgive me.
