I get nervous, sometimes. Like right now. And last week. And last month. And for the last year or so.
I really and truly thought that everything was out in the open. I really and truly thought that the truth was the one thing I didn't need to worry about.
Well, apparently, I was wrong.
I don't know if I'm ever going to get around to finishing my Atlanta entries. I must have 2,000 words worth of notes, but I have zero motivation to edit those notes into anything reasonable. I drank beer. I lamented the severe shortage of LaptopGirls and HatGirls in Atlanta. There was never a drop of hot water in my hotel room. I was pretty much miserable the entire time.
Then, MixedSignalGirl got married in Jeffersonville, while I sat in the Atlanta airport. I should have been there for her happy day. I should have been there for her. I should have been there for myself. But, I wasn't there. And it was only a coincidence that allowed me to use "but I'm in Atlanta" as an excuse.
I really thought I'd have more crap to write tonight. Maybe later.