Living on the edge - that's what I feel like when I don't know what my bowels are going to do next.

Happiness depends on sound sleep, orderly bowels and regular meals.

I have a special pair of poop shoes under my desk. Whenever I need to drop a deuce, I slip them on and scurry to the restroom, and no one ever knows it's me. Like, if I'm wearing Louboutins that day, and my producer sees Earth shoes in the stall....well, you get the idea. It was truly a lightbulb moment when that came to me.