Last night I decided I would retire early in order to prepare for this afternoon's session. I wanted to be refreshed and well prepared for what promises to be an intellectually rigorous session on the politics of online communities (this afternoon). (wish me luck).
I politely opted out a few invitations for dinner, and even refrained from overdoing it at the cash-free bar. Instead I schlepped back to the hotel with a few ladies who are pregnant or wearing babies in slings, and we ordered a pizza.
My roommate was pretty pooped too, having kicked some serious ass at the State of the Momasphere session.
Very very pooped.
Pass out comatoze on Kristen's hotel bed pooped.
And suddenly I was pissing my knickers like a 12 yr old again...