New York University's Tisch School just sideswiped me with a Sunday evening interview.

I got out of the shower and there was a missed call. Deciding to call back without checking my voicemail, I learned it to be the Dean of Admissions direct line.

So I just gave an interview in my silk Hugh Hefner bathrobe. I hope I get in. Phone interviews are awkward.

I also spent way too much money this afternoon. And I still need to buy a floor cushion for my room.