DAMMIT

I'll tell you what. In all of this chaos that's going on right now, I never imagined THIS would be my problem.

Prior to going to Nashville, I sent out a few resumes. One was to my very first choice, a very prestigious music publisher. I didn't hear back.

Until today.

The ink is still drying on my Grammy paperwork when an email shows up in my inbox from the president of the company wanting to discuss me working for them.

Isn't that a son of a bitch?

Ross says he has no sympathy whatsoever and my ego is officially too big to fit through the door. I'm more upset because I wanted so desperately to see how an operation like that functioned. Don't get me wrong, the more I learned about the recording academy the more I wanted to work for them, but still...

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I am up a good 7 pounds. They switched my birth control and I swear it came on in now more than 10 minutes. Literally, I woke up the next morning up 4 pounds. I haven't been working out too much (rehabing the knee still) so my appetite has been quite paltry. I then went on a water drinking mission to try to flush it out and now THAT water is sitting there, alas, up 7 pounds. I just don't know what to do about it. This is NOT the condition I wanted to leave for Nashville in.

I did however, get to meet the govenor of Colorado at CU's Research Symposium which featured the label I work for. He's a grabby fellow. Just kidding, he was very nice and a very warm person. It's nice to meet someone you actually voted for.