30-Nov-2005

Tonight is my big meeting, and I still haven't figured out what to wear.  I don't want to look like too much of a slut, nor do I want to cross the line into "writer" territory (aka plaid shirt and drunken smirk).  I'm hoping to get there early and toss back a shot of Jim Beam in order to ward off the coughing that's been plaguing me, as well as any stray nerves that might invade my personal space.  There's nothing worse than being nervous, and there's no better cure for it than drinking.  Wish me luck!