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9:41 p.m. - May 13, 2003 Home tonight, because I'm obviously not en route to Dallas and where else could I be? Note to self: Find new chauffeur. Second note: Do not cut hair too close to scalp before a trip by plane; I had to point out my dimple at both security stations because - well, because they're idiots. I'm in a foulish mood. If you're home, give me a shout, eh? Why is it that the people I want to talk to live in other time zones? I'm in a foulish-anxious mood. I now have 8 more hours of worries coming my way; worries I won't succeed, worries I'll fail, worries the projector won't operate and since I'm relying on powerpoint I'll look like the dufus who couldn't, direct from Silicon Valley. What if I don't impress, what if they don't like me? What if they feel they overpaid and got little in return? Damn it. I know I'll do fine; I always do, right? Now, if only I could add the cost of mental preparation and worry to the training/presentor's fee . . .
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