Let me please preface this post by admitting that: 1) I am lame, and 2) I am lazy and 3) I kinda suck.
You see, my camera is out there in the Westy. It's raining. I want to get it. I need to get it. But, sadly, I am not going to.
It's almost midnight on Thursday night, and I'm trying to get this cranked out because tomorrow is going to be another twelve hour day, just like today was. What's that you ask? Hmmmm? Yes, perhaps you should call the whaaaambulance. Because my life is so haaard, I haven't had the chance to write about the rest of my amazing trip to Iiiiiiitaly, and now I'll be behind on my other amazing trip to San Eliiiiiiijo. Oh woe, woe is me. What's next? Another amazing trip?!
Ah well. Back to the hodgepodge at hand. Let's talk about public speaking.
I used to fancy myself as quite skilled at public speaking, but I had to give a presentation today and I was positively shaking in my gorgeous Italian boots! I was fine once I got going and found my mojo, but Lord the butterflies in the hour beforehand were making me want to purge. I think it was because I was less prepared than I would have been if, say, I hadn't spend the previous 4 days drinking at the beach from dawn til dusk. Whatevs. It's over, and it went fine. But geez, that shit can be scary. Last night I dreamed that my powerpoint malfunctioned and the only person who came to my presentation was my boss.
Speaking of dreams, do you have that one where you're driving and your car is going super fast in the opposite direction, so you have to slam the brakes but it doesn't really stop, just sort of sends you careening into a spin so that maybe you can go in the right direction, still at breakneck speed? I hate that one. Also the one where my teeth turn to putty and I have to spit them out or I'll choke. Um.. if you're a psychoanalyst or cosmic dream interpreter, please reconsider the urge to comment and tell me how fucked up I am. I'm aware.
Can I stop yet? No? One more? K. Here are all my current tv shows, please see above request to keep your alarming diagnoses to yourself, and yes I am aware that my pure-as-the-driven-snow co-bloggers have better things to do than watch all this tv. I clearly do not :
Sunday - Amazing Race
Monday - House, Nurse Jackie
Tuesday - Glee (when in season), Parenthood
Wednesday - Survivor, Top Chef (all stars is over, but masters have begun)
Thursday (aka smut night)- Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice
I keep trying to watch idol, but it's a total yawn fest this year and I simply do not have the hours to commit. Don't you see how busy I am? What do you watch? Yes, you.
Goodnight, I apologize for this whole post. Let's just pretend it never happened.