Dear People Who Already Have BlogHer Recaps and Photos Posted,
Are you high?
Clearly, you are on the good drugs.
Why, when we were meeting and exchanging business cards and trying not to look like perverts while covertly reading one another’s name tags, did you not slip me whatever the fuck it is that you are quite obviously on?
People. Seriously. I am dragging ass.
I got home at 1:30 this morning. I was then roused from my sleep by my husband’s alarm, my eager husband, my alarm and my eager cat at 5:00, 5:30, 6:00 and 6:30 respectively.
I have taken two naps today.
I was standing up long enough for a scale to tell me that I gained 5 lbs in Chicago this weekend.
I still cannot feel my toes. Unless you count a dull tingling sensation as feeling.
I have 5 days worth of work to catch up on for my real job and I made it through – oh, roughly, not enough of a percent of it today.
I am kicking myself for taking advantage of all the free carbohydrates this weekend and not realizing why it was I kept needing to take naps during the day because DIPSHIT, YOU CANNOT EAT CARBS EVEN ON VACATION until, oh, roughly Sunday morning. (And on that front – can we PLEASE get a salad tossed my way next year? Please? Because I am obviously too irresponsible to monitor my own dietary needs.)
And I’m pretty sure that last paragraph was neither a paragraph nor a properly structured sentence.
I am absolutely in awe of the people who seem to have mountains of energy reserves on which to draw from – both during the conference and after the fact.
I, on the other hand, am going back to bed, now.