In the words of my sister: HOLY SHITBALLS!!!
I almost got into a few accidents (did one of those right turns where you hit the curb and bounce over it) to pick up the painting from the Pollard Gallery and now it's being flown to New York. If it arrives by air time, it will likely be on tomorrow's show. AND he might Skype interview me. AND tomorrow is my 30th birthday.
I swear this is EXACTLY how my ENTIRE day has been. Especially at 1:59. With a lot more swearing: