FML, but not really

I am eating a pizza sandwich, which is really just two huge slices of pizza squished together. For this very reason, I'm glad I'm skinny/have a fast metabolism/consider this my only meal of the day.

Huzzah!

PS I imagine this is how the makers of Hotpockets, the pepperoni version, came up with that product.

PPS I really have regret shoving all that food into my mouth.

West Coast travels

I'm in San Francisco and have discovered that work conferences makes a person suicidal or craves sleeping pills really bad. No wonder all those celebrities od'ed in their hotel rooms, there's absolutely nothing else to do but drink or, if you have the access, drug binges. Both of which I would gladly do at the moment if to just pass the time.

I'm Seattle bound tomorrow and looking forward to it like nothing else. Joanne will be trapped at work for some of the hours that I'm there but just hand me a map of the city and I'm good to entertain myself.

I spent this weekend at SD pride and lost the title of Gay Icon but did receive he holy title of Religious Icon. I now wonder if Brazil will erect a towering monument of me now, except I won't have my arms stretched out. I'd rather be in a Kung fu pose.

Ok. This conference has officially set me into delirium.