Welcome to Dallas, home of Cowboy Cheerleaders and pink hotel rooms. We're t-minus two hours from our first creative presentation to Paciugo, and running the typical gamut of emotions (fear, excitement, anxiety, constipation). Not sure how Steve and Mike are feeling right now, but that queso we had last night has me "questionable" for this morning's meeting. Might have to pull a Willis Reid, because right now my lower duodenum is begging for mercy. My dreams last night were just one long cheese-infested hallucination. Delicious but troubling. Anyways, fingers crossed on a good meeting. Wish us (and Paciugo) luck.
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