Also, I’m president of the club.
Also, I’m a professional speaker.
Also, when I’m not competing, I do really well at this sort of thing.
But I’m so nervous that I could puke.
Also, yes, I see you. When there’s a fresh post, you come read it and when there’s not, well, you don’t.
Which means that if I want visitors, I need to post and if I don’t, I need to not. It’s not really that I don’t want visitors, it’s that life was BRUTAL in the States. And I’m still recovering from all that EXTROVERTNESS.
Also, last night the AI couldn’t sleep. So we couldn’t sleep.
Well, I couldn’t sleep.
I sent Papa downstairs to sleep in the guest room in the hopes that he’d get enough sleep to be NOT delirious this morning.
I literally rolled over after he took the AI from my cold dead hands and went right back to sleep.
And had dreams about how exhausted I was.
So here’s to a delirious day.
Which promises to write a delirious speech.
Which promises to make tomorrow’s contest FUCKING AWESOME.
And also quite delirious.