Wednesday, July 20, 2011

What Happens When I Stress

I'm leaving tomorrow for She Speaks.

I'm working like a mad woman.

I'm mad, like a working woman.

Every once in a while, I think I might be coming down with the stomach flu.

Then I realize I have butterflies. They flew in way, way early, dang it.

My bags aren't packed.

My pitch is weird.

My cheeks are pink.

I'm Opie-eared.

My nerves are shot.

My feet are cold.

And now my story is all told.