I don’t, feel, anything. 1,000,000 miles away.
Thats me, numb. I’m going to Balticon this weekend and I’m hoping to meet all the wonderful people in the Tribe that I’ve gotten to know online. I’m both excited and nervous all in one, which as a result is making me numb. I really want to meet all these wonderfully creative people but I also don’t want to make an ass of myself. I’m prone to saying the wrong thing when I’m nervous and I hate it when I make myself look stupid. Especially when I’m talking to someone I admire (the two biggest ones will be there, Mur Lafferty and Tee Morris) and I make myself look like an idiot. I’ve done in in chats, typing away and my brain turns numb, none of my faculties remain and I just blurt out the first thing that surfaces, which is usually wrong. So I’m praying to whatever gods will hear me. Please, Please don’t let me mess up this weekend. Allow me to be my normal, somewhat funny self. Please. That is all.
1,000,000 from the album “The Slip” by Nine Inch Nails
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