Holy cow. I just got back from the post office and picked up the checks from my party last weekend. This Tuesday I'm closing yesterday's party. Then I will be all set to go to Atlantis.
That stuff they say about success being at least as scary as failure? Whoa. I'm shaking like a leaf, and having my first drink alone in over a month. I'm petrified. Please don't let me screw it up now. Things are like spinning. I can't even hold down a job, but I've earned a trip to the Bahamas? Hardly seems right.
Wow.
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