Ready or Not...

...here I go.

I printed out what I suppose counts as a resume last night. I have a copy of (most of) my transcripts (note to self; call the business office of University and demand my five bucks back: "expedited service" my ass). I'm professionally dressed, put on a little make-up, and smell pretty. I'm trying to decide whether to try to down some cereal before I leave in about ten minutes.

I'll let you know how it goes when it's all over.

Watch this space.