In T-Minus (wait, did I just write the equivalent of T minus minus? Whatever: you know what I meant) three days + one business day melting in Houston...
I get to see The Bloggess!
Live and in person (which may mean under a table, which I completely understand and support).
I can't wait to see how many Rorys are floating around in the crowd. Wait...Crowd surfing Rory...hmm...this should happen.
If you have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, I say go forth and read both of her books immediately. Or get lost in her blog for a couple of days. Well worth the time.
Oh shit. Does this mean I'll be reading Furiously Happy on the plane on my way home Saturday?
Dear fellow passengers at 6:40am: I will not apologize for the snortling. I promise when I start to wheeze and cough I'll put it down and knock myself out with a Dramamine for the rest of the flight.
I just finished Furiously Happy. I laughed, I cried, and I occasionally did this really uncomfortable thing I can only describe as craughing (I tried to find an adultier way of describing it, but nothing was forthcoming). I had needed to read this for months, and I didn't even know it. I feel nearly acceptable again.
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