this is the first year in a while i haven't gone to my profession's giant conference. i've been to the last three: in san diego as the grad member of a search committee; in philly as an interviewee (botched that one. hint: don't take xanax when you need to perform); and in d.c. as an interviewee again (nicest hotel; worst city). i've been catching up on various blogs (see, for example, most of the ones on the glist to the right) and everybody's running into one another and having a great old time seeing old friends, etc. i am suffering small pangs of jealousy, because god knows i love socializing, but then i remember the horror, the horror, of always being "on"; of looking like every single other person around you; of uncooperative underwear and/or shoes in professional situations; of always having to look over your shoulder when you're talking, etc. etc. etc. etc. all told, i guess i'm pretty glad to be at home on the couch.
oh, and guess what? i still haven't gotten my luggage from our trip to the OC. . .and we got back wednesday night? the hell? i doubt i'll ever see it again, and i'm filling out the claim form for lost luggage (you turn it in after 5 days, btw), but i can't help but wonder where on this big earth it is, and who has encountered my dirty workout clothes, among other treasures?
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well, I missed you so much that I flopped on my big ass hotel room's couch and called you! so you were at mla! also tg for text messaging. the underwear thing is as hilarious as the suitcase thing is outrageous.
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