My Brain Beef Hooked
Say hello to Kyran Pittman. She doesn't know it, but this photo I took of her is being repurposed to illustrate a point: my brain, it be all broked.
I went to the BlogHer '08 conference in San Francisco.
I put my face out in public attached to the Schmutzie name for the first time.
I got on stage to do my part in the BlogHer Community Keynote on the first day of the conference in front of hundreds of people.
I met a large number of wonderful people whom I had never before met, social anxiety be damned. I kind of like people more now.
I forgot to eat regularly, and then I forgot to take my psych meds regularly, and then my brain got all creative with the who'sthatwiththewhatnow?
Still, I had one of the best times of my entire life.
And then, I went through three different airports to catch two planes to transport myself back to a city of less than 200,000 people, a fabulous spouse, three cats, and a beige cubicle that I am paid to occupy for 40 hours every week.
This calls for some chicken wings and a locally brewed ale to help with the processing, methinks. Oh, and also to celebrate the Palinode's birthday today, because he's all old now and needs to keep up his strength.