Another stresful day! The contracts people at Columbia have made my life a living hell. Aside from that, I had a meeting with my EVP on something she knew nothing about and I was completely unprepared to explain. Thankfully, I winged it and she came out feeling excited about where we could go with it. She suggested I create a proposal and present it our department and Marcia gave me a high five after we walked out. I guess I did okay!
Also, note to self: If I ever want to work for the government, just say I "experimented with drugs during grad school." It will get me clearance, I learned.
Tonight, I'm going to
B.E.D. I've never been - its one of those straight joints - and it's supposed to be a dazzling place. Dee wants to go dancing, I want to go dancing and 1/3 of the Swedish House Mafia is DJing so it works. Dee and I are getting to that point where we finish each other's sentences.
Tomorrow I have my extra tooth taken out and I can already feel the anxiety. I was fine until today and now all I can look forward to is getting drunk so I can relax. Ha. I wonder if the doctor will let me take it home. I want to put it on a chain or something. It's a sentimental tooth.