i cut my finger yesterday.
Stupid me.
i was sharpening my knives getting all excited using a piece of paper to test how sharp it was.
it's no big deal tiny cut.
but it makes me more nervous.
i'm excited to leave.
i know i'll miss it once i'm there
but right now all i can see is the light at the end of the tunnel.
i bought my ticket.
and although i'll be back on monday i'm glad to get a taste.
i'm just super super nervous.
what if none of the restaurants i'm staging at wants me.
i'm determined not to get ahead of myself.
and if they don't want to hire me i can always ask for an externship.
so there is that.
-M
p.s. i love that cockuzzi played the gin blossoms