Hello, I'm drunk.
Well, okay. Not drunk, drunk. But significantly buzzed. I decided to stop at my favorite Italian restaurant on the way home and have a celebratory lunch. With apple martinis!
Thanks so much to everyone for the well wishes!
I'm ridiculously giddy here. I'm, like, randomly smiling at everyone and everything. It's good I'm on the West Coast where no one notices that sort of thing and, instead, assumes you've just had bad plastic surgery or something.
Fury said, "That's great! Sweet. I'll keep my fingers crossed."
Awwww...that's so nice. Tell him thank you for me.
please to remember us little people.
I'm sorry. Do I know you?
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HA! Kidding! It's not like I'm J WeeWee or anything.
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Kidding again! See above re: drunk.
ETA: Allyson posted about me in Press! I feel superspecial now!