aren’t you supposed to feel brand new?
inspiring you and stuff?
cause you know…
And as much as a part of me wants to go spin around in a circle in Times Square, instead I crawled back to my hotel room, fell into the very nice white sheets, and put on Grey’s Anatomy. Then I took out my travel funnel and proceeded to pour the entire contents of my snack bar into my gullet. You think I kid. But seriously. The only thing that’s left over there is some pretzels.
i’m here working in a trade show booth, telling people about my company’s wares and what’s new in the print-on-demand photo book world. it’s great and fun and different, but it’s SO different from sitting on my rumpshaker and not-talking except for the telepathic communications i have with my computer, that i am rendered flopsome.
tomorrow then. it’s new york. there’s nothing i can’t do. may the gods of rally find me after a 2nd day of trade show flooring…
margaret edith 