after about 10 hours of traveling (which is ridiculous, because chicago just isn't THAT far away), and with very little sleep i am essentially coasting on the fumes of adrenaline and um, and odwalla bar i managed to eat despite that i was crammed into a window seat next to two very large men who didn't really seem to care if i could move my arms or not.
which is to say i am tired and depleted, but i am in chicago for the blogher conference, which starts in something like 12 seconds.
room service just delivered me a martini, which is making the 64 (that's a literal number, i sifted through the others) pressing emails that have surfaced in the last few hours seem a lot more approachable.
i think the next few days are going to be amazing and complete and utter insanity (when this is over remember to ask me about the blueberries), and on sunday night -- when everyone else has left and i am again alone in my room, able to bathe and breathe at whatever pace i want without feeling tethered to my inbox -- you'd better believe i have a date with a very hot young man.
well not like "hot" in the inappropriate way.
i just mean that sunday night is all about me, a bath, no email, no bluetooth, a couple glasses of wine, and some very quality alone time with a certain mr. potter.
catch ya' on the flip!