Focusing

Okay, the big shin-dig is tonight. I'm leaving right now to go get ready. I'm going for "brilliant, witty, professional, charming, confident, and professional." Okay, I already said professional. Please, gods, do not let me get nervous and start talking about my tits. I'm already nervous. But no talking about my tits. The Divine Ms. B. sent me an email which said, in part, "Perfect strangers fall in love with you when you walk in a room." That will be my mantra. I will have erudite things to say about politics and music and books. I will be clever and delightful. I'll charm everyone. I will enjoy the fact that I worked hard for two and a half years and now we're having a big party to celebrate something that I, in a small way, helped bring to light. I'll celebrate with my friends and have a good time. I will not talk about my tits. Okay, wish me luck!