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Steve Zippo on Jun 16, 2011 at 12:02PM
chime in nowDear Diary: Whoa. I’m having a panic attack but I think she’s expecting me to be jumping up and down. I should probably hug her, but not too hard, I don’t want to jostle anything. Great, now I’m clapping. I look weird, I feel weird, she thinks I’m weird, and she’s looking at me like I just peed in front of the neighbors. I’m happy (I think) but this is big. I feel like I’m about to take the bar exam without having gone to Law School first, and the rest of my life depends on passing the test. I want to say, “Stop looking at me like that woman! I’d be jumping up and down if I wasn’t sorta nauseous.”





