I'm doing a little better, I think. Yesterday was very, very emotional. Today, the active crying has been usurped by unpredictable fits brought on by stress. Like herpes breakout crying.
I'm mega-excited to be going to Poynter tomorrow. I really need to be rejuvenated, and the timing couldn't be better. I need to remember why I took this job, and why I still say "I love my job" when people ask me. And why I still think I mean it.
Tonight we're going to Virginia Beach Restaurant Week. We're beefing it up. Ex-vegetarianism is rough on the animals.