In a mild state of freak out.

So. The interview is tomorrow morning. Last night, I dreamed that I forgot what the book was about and what I wanted to say…and so I started talking about zucchinis and unicycles.

Oh, man.

Here’s my take on the interview. As long as I don’t start talking about zucchinis or unicycles, I should be okay. Or wake up with a giant pimple on my chin. That would also be bad.