Who said this was glamorous?

So like tommorow, I like totally have this like, totally crucial shoot. Seriously, I do mean totally crucial because not only is the photographer for tommorow reknowned for being brilliant but also for being particularly discerning when it comes to booking models and I am not of the usual ilk. So I have a lot to prove. Baring this in mind when I should be having a relaxing night filled with bubble bath and mineral water flavoured with lemon, my body decides to go into supreme meltdown at the very thought of anything at all. Drinking several caffeine drinks within the first few hours of the day got me off to a very dismal start, so it was crazy lady time at the mundane office job this morning. My leg muscles are spasming wildly out of control, probably because they haven't seen a treadmill in over a year but none the less, my whole body's refusal to cooperate with my preperations have me on the very edge of the edge. Tommorow is crucial because tommorow is the day I start the plans for my next business project, the set up of my fine art agency, which is a corner of the market as of yet undominated. This will be the next big step in my progression from lowly part time internet model to world wide industry tycoon. It will, in theory, follow the success of my first published shoot as a model and creative director on the 28th of this month. Which means for the next three weeks I will be relying mainly on red bull, cigarettes and the patience of my family lest the cheese finally slide completely from my cracker. The operation has been planned with military precision being that this is the first time in my career I am responsible for an entire project from casting to printing to promoting to publishing and if it doesn't work out I am going to look like a complete tool. So at the risk of looking like perhaps I have had one glass of wine tonight when I arrive at work tommorow I am going to have one glass of wine, and like, totally chill. Totally. Later dudes x