Sneaky

Wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve written. It seems I say that often…

So…I’ll tell you a secret. And it really is a secretive secret. I am in an economics conference right at this moment. Yes, I am. But -- I am writing a blog. This means that I must cast furtive glances up to the transparency and look very enthralled and interested and put random breaks into my typing at inopportune moments in order to mask the fact that this furious typing is not notes about the United State’s trade deficit, but about my last dying breaths.

I’m not actually dying, but I have to say that I am about to fall asleep. I went to Starbucks this morning. I’m still falling over. I just decided to try to keep myself awake with food which is why I picked up a Rice Krispies treat, a bag of pretzels, and a chewy bar EVEN THOUGH lunch is exactly 44 minutes away. I think I’m typing too much…it’s suspicious -- I’ll take a break. If only the space bar didn’t make so much noise…

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I feel slightly redeemed by the fact that I know that I’m not the only one that periodically gets to the point where I space out and totally miss everything he says for 10 or 15 minutes.

I’m intimidated by the thought that I might get suspicious glances from the mature woman who is in the leadership of this institute, economic thingy-majig.

By the way, Ramona (sitting next to me) has the same “kinda red” gel pen that I do. Fancy that.
It’s working!! The mix of the pretzels, water, writing the blog, and shaking my leg is keeping me awake! Success!!!

I have no idea what they’re talking about.