but come back, okay?
I worked all day and I’m crazy-tired. Go read my Popstars recap, as that’s what I did all day long. No, and seriously, it’s funny. I promise.
Oh, God, people. It’s Squishycon tomorrow. I can’t even tell you how nervous I am. Can you even imagine? Just sit there for a second and imagine people that you didn’t know all getting together to meet each other in the name of you. Try and imagine it.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m terrified. These people know a whole lot more about me than I know about them. My sister was like, “And, uh, it’s different when they’re just reading stuff you write. It’s not like they can touch you or anything when you’re on the computer.”
I’ve actually been typing for over twelve hours tonight, and my wrist is killing me. I’ve got to get up in the morning and write my Technopolis article, and then write my Gilmore Girls recap. That’s another five hours or so as soon as I wake up. Because my original plan was to start it tonight. But then I decided to post an entry, telling you what I’m up to, and why I’m kinda busy. This means that tomorrow I probably won’t be able to write. Then I go to Vegas, and then I’m back Sunday afternoon for my first show.
That’s right. I have my first performance on Sunday. It’s a part of my comedy class. Yeah, I’m scared about that too, a little.
Oh, God. I’m tired. I’m gonna go soak my wrist in some ice.
“YM Girlz Rule!”
Love to exercise outdoors but hate to freeze your butt off? Consider this: A few light layers are better than one thick garment because air gets trapped between them, heats up, and provides insulation. Try: A base layer of moisture-wicking fabric; a comfy middle layer; and an outer layer that provides protection from wind and rain.
Or move to Los Angeles. Or get some new wicking. Or pre-freeze your butt.
Eric actually wrote that above. You can tell because he started strong and then went weird. And then he brought up my butt.