It Hurts So Good...

...that i'm celebrating/decompressing by drinking a bottle of cheap white wine on my couch while watching "hellboy."

it's been a long, long, long few weeks. i've marched out my professional suit and smile so many times the suit's starting to smell like stink and i have charm permanently etched into the corners of my mouth. i'm so tired of talking myself up...i can list my best qualities alphabetically, chronologically, however you want 'em ( a is for ambitious, b is for bright, c is for calista flockhart, or i was potty trained at 6 weeks, learned to ride a bike while simultaneously throwing flawless sutures at age 4, graduated from harvard cambridge yale medical law school at age 15, and so on).

but things are going really well. i'm getting these generous, amazing offers from the interviews i'm going to (no doubt, if my resume is padded like all that, right?). i'm totally geeked- but they're all different enough that i have a lot to consider before i make a committment. stressing, but good kind of stress, i guess. it's like, "do you want this pile of awesomeness over hyah, or would you prefer this pile of rad over hyah?" so all's well, just nerves flying all over the place as i make this tough decision.

quickly over the course of this series of interviews, i've discovered that not only are people not worried about my ineptitudes like i am, but they are actually trying to win me over and to convince me to come to their practices! that's wild. i keep thinking, "i don't have to beg or bribe you, AND you want to give me HOW MUCH money? are you sure?" i hope my poker face isn't revealing these thoughts too much. but man, alive. i think all this sweating over the books over the last few years was worth it.