La Brazen Careera. It's a comic opera.
Family dinner. My husband feeds the kids while a NYT photographer takes a photo of me for an article about my blog posts about our divorce.New York Times front-page article: I look fat in the photo. No wait, it's worse. I look structurally ugly. Crap.
Stressed. But I want to look fun, laid back and breezy. So I take orders for lunch. Then go to the wrong place. And come back with nothing.
Panic at my divorce lawyer's office. He says not to worry, he represents top entrepreneurs. I ask him to set me up with one on a blind date.
Buying NoDoze at Walgreens; I don't want to interrupt work later to get coffee. Good time manager, yes? But I feel like a drug addict.
Prayer of the novice twitterer: Please god, let this not suck.
Don't worry, it doesn't. (But everything else does).
