Like A Blind Date with a Dozen.

I have butterflies in my stomach, the kind you get before a date. I suppose this is like a blind date: I don’t know if they’ll come, how many will turn up, who they are and if we’ll get along at all.

I feel queasy and it feels great! With so many of the unexpected lovelies you meet, this had to come in the midst of five projects (with presentation and reports). I wished I had cleaned up my life before this but i suppose this is how it works sometimes.

I’ve got a really good feeling about this somehow. I think this is going to be one of my favourite babies.