- Woke up in a panic because I had agreed to do a presentation on blogging in front of 40-odd people that I was woefully unprepared for and having major agoraphobic trauma about.
- Showed up for said blog presentation, highly hopped up on clonapin, only to find out that my Mac wouldn’t cooperate with the on-loan slide projector.
- Winged presentation sans my brilliant powerpoint slides. Went great. Why did I bother to memorize the thing in the first place? Didn’t use my notes and just chatted off the cuff with the peeps.
- Arrived home to unexpected email from ex that said nothing.
- Freakout.
- Angry nap.
- Woke up to dead baby vole on my oriental rug (is that still the preferred nomenclature?)
- Threw out dead baby vole with deadpan look on my face.
- Seriously, I have bigger problems.
- Headed over to Anna’s for dinner.
- Remembered why I love life. Because people like Anna are in it.
- Oh, and blogs like this: hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com
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What a day!