(please, disregard the split ends. really.)
Yesterday was go, go, go,
from the second I dragged myself out of bed at 5:45am.
No, really, I rolled to the side of my bed,
stuck a foot out, and then slowly just let
gravity take its course - it pulled me down little by little,
and I tried to resist, I did, but I'm no real competitor before the sun's up-
and so I sadly admitted defeat.
After I finished up some computer science coding,
I got dressed in not-enough-clothing
(I'm sorry I forget that 6am = cold),
and treated myself to hot cocoa and chocolate cinnamon bread from the 'bucks.
And then I spent the rest of the morning being a (pretend) grown up
at a social media conference that the magazine I work at hosted.
I heard some valuable words of advice and insight
from leaders of the industry, including those from
Facebook, Google, LinkedIn, Youtube, and Twitter.
Side note: those in the social media industry
are so young and so well dressed.
It was a walking, breathing J.Crew/Madewell/Anthropologie/Urban Outfitters catalog.
I may or may not have spent the first two hours taking
sneaky pics of heels and purses and turbans and jewel-tone skirts,
and texting them to all my friends w/:
WHY DON'T I HAVE THIS. WHY.
They stopped replying after the eighteenth picture w/ the same message.
That's enough blabbering for the day.
Cheers!
(Go, go, go time ended in the afternoon
when I took the most luxurious three-hour nap,
and then proceeded to watch all of the TV episodes
I had missed this week. The Life. #THELIFE.)