I'm in the place that almost killed me last year.
It's quieter this time. All I can hear is a howling bird from where I am staying (family friend's place). No hangover this morning either, for a change. I am a responsible, mature woman, oh yes I am. And Death By Jaeger Breath won't occur if I breathe over anyone.
I'm speaking at 3:00pm, and am rather nervous. In fact, I'm half shitting myself.
Can I you tell? Speaking in short bursts and feeling very Type A.
And I haven't had coffee or a cigarette yet. I am most uncomfortable.
Everyone else at the DCI is super-jacked when it comes to the techie Web 2.0 side of things - my speech is short and sweet, and will focus on my experiences in blogging over the last two and a half years, and I'll also be talking about Tertia's blog.
It's cold and I'm hoping to end off today at the Rat & Parrot. If anything to warm me up, fuccckkkk this place is freezing.
There are lots of different people here this year; the familiar faces of last year aren't here, except the odd few. I hope I made the right decision doing this. Man, I'm scared.
PS: When I'm done, I'm going to the pub.