7:13am- Wake up with stomach in knots since purpose of top secret mission is to secure dream job at non-profit ad agency. Stomach knots constrict blood flow to extremities. Arms, legs, and head fall asleep in unison never to awake.
11:35am- Too nervous for breakfast, I sit in interviews devouring own stomach lining. Overeat.
1:19pm- Back on plane returning from top secret mission. After takeoff (having forgone medication), I use internal voice to praise self for not being afraid. Suddenly, plane banks right. My head pops up like prairie dog as I eagerly search out flight attendant to see if terror is etched across her face. It is. We go down.
Other than that, pretty good day.