in which i try to forget that i have a cold.

as i type and as you do whatever it is you do at 11:46am now 1:29pm, i'm sitting in a hotel waiting for my mom to pick me up for the next panel to begin. if you must know, i'm at south by southwest edu. if you don't know what that is, google it. and if you don't know how to use google, i suggest you google that too.

sitting here waiting for mommy for the next panel wouldn't be half bad if it weren't for the fact that i may or may not have a slight cold. i spent the last hour and change in a conference {very good conference, i might add} trying not to sneeze and trying to conjure up some form of kleenex for my aching nose. fortunately i did not sneeze, and now that i'm out in the open where i don't have to speak in a hushed voice i'm doing alright. besides, who am i to complain since i'm sitting near starbucks!

as i type this sentence i realize that i don't know what else to say so i will leave you with a photo and some internal dialogue.
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magical, no? current internal dialogue is as follows ::
evil: money was made to be spent on starbucks. go get some hot chocolate or tea! 
good: but i don't want to, because i don't want to spend my money right now. 
evil: but it'll make you look uber-sophisticated! and it'll make your nose feel better. 
good: okay, so, you're right. i should go get some starbucks. maybe a scone, too. 
evil: yes, yes! 
good: you sound like gollum.
evil: sigh. when at south by southwest? do as the southwestians. get starbucks. 

right. i think i'll get some starbucks later on. because quite frankly, what screams "sophisticated" more than brown oxfords, a macbook pro, and starbucks? my point has been prove. also, there's a grand piano next to me. i think i'm in love.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug carpet bag-
{pea ess: writing a letter to my older self. i'll post it soon.}
{pea pea ess: evil side won. i'm drinking zebra hot cocoa with loads of whipped cream.}