Where I Went Wrong, Where I Went Right

I'm in a hotel room, hours after my presentation. Tom Selleck is "The Daily Show" talking about his brain damaged sheep and how ugly cows are. I'm certain this somehow reflects badly, because I'm too tired to turn off the t.v., let alone to try and make sense of what he's on about.

The day's been good. You know a day that starts with huevos rancheros is off to a quality start. This is one thing they're missing where I currently live: good Mexican breakfasts. The day was warm and sunny, and the time difference only screwed up once, though it did so in a profound and humorous way: causing me to panic that I was about miss my presentation because the clock on my computer is set for the back home's time zone. Around the time I was eating my much anticipated barbecue dinner and beer, the time change decided to open up a serious can of whup-ass on me.

I am torn between my 3-year-old-like desire to fight sleep as much as possible, and my slightly more mature college-student-esque desire to justify going to bed as early as possible because life and time zones justifies any bedtime I please.

The presentation wasn't as tight as I would have liked, but it went over pretty well for my first stab at this new project. This conference is particularly good for this presentation because there's a sizable group of folks doing related work from a variety of perspectives. The feedback actually helped justify my dissertation (soon to be a book coming to a book catalog near you). So I'm feeling good.

But tired. And now I"m off to bed, I think.