As I roam around the Internet, reading about everyone's preparations for Blogher, I began to feel... weird.
The newbie's are worried they won't fit in, or find someone to be friends with, or that they'll be ignored, and unnoticed. EVERYONE is worried about what to wear, and the shoes - dear god, the shoes. And packing. No one's started packing yet.
Hmmm. I'm a newbie. I was excited about meeting up with Greenish Lady, but her mother died, so she
had to fly back home to Ireland for the funeral. So sorry, Imelda.
I'm packed. I've got travel down to an art. I could care less about the clothes. And the shoes? Am I really spose to care so much about shoes? What is wrong with me that I don't care about shoes? Well, maybe that one is a no-brainer, since there's no way I can wear anything but water shoes or flat sandals. Or Crocs.
I can't afford to stay at the pricey hotel that they booked for us Bloghers. I can't afford the drinking and drinking that everyone talks (brags???) about, and I probably shouldn't drink cause of my meds. I would of course like to meet bloggers, specially the ones I read everyday, but I'm mostly going for inspiration and learning. I really hope it's not just one big party, but it's really hard to see past all the partying because that's all anyone is talking about. That and not being packed yet.
I probably should get to coloring my gray roots, but really ... I'm not really caring if it gets done or not.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm not gonna fit in cause I was not giving a damn whether I fit in or not. I think I'm ... unfeminine or something.
In other news, I've still got edges of nausea going on, but the new medication really helps. I'm debating whether to take my walker or not - sure comes in handy at the airport, don't have rent one of those luggage carts.
I'm so so tired tho.