I’m out of town on business, and what I thought would be a week-long convention of me acting as administrative bitch for tons of professionals talking about an industry that is totally unfamiliar to me has turned into a party-fest.

Well, okay, so last night I stayed in my fancy tax-deductible hotel room, utterly alone, and pretended to be a socialite while lounging in a mint-green negligee and drinking mini-bar whiskey out of a highball glass. That was fun in and of itself.

Tonight, after retreating to my room after a full day of work, I emerged to go outside and smoke a cigarette. Maybe I would get a drink at the bar downstairs if I bumped into any of the people I had met during the day.

That was the intention.

In reality, once I left the hotel I became engaged in seemingly random conversations with people. At first I talked about smoking. In a freakish result of serendipity, I ended up striking up a friendship with a recovered anoretic whose experiences with video games are quite relevant to my course of study in creative arts therapy.

In approaching a possible career as a therapist, I think I've resisted affiliating myself with the eating disordered population in effort to avoid becoming a spokesperson or a poster child. However, my most significant papers and presentations have all dealt with my experiences with bulimia, and I don't really feel like I can fight it anymore. This is something that has been, and continues to be, significant to me; as much as I want to be versatile, I can't deny my own experiences.

Anyway, after meeting that young woman, I started socializing with other folks who were milling outside, and the conversation devolved into stuff about shark diving, Thailand, Hunter S. Thompson, east coast versus west coast, alligators, hurricanes, and Jagermeister. Then, the woman (the recovered anoretic) found me and, despite the fact that she had had quite a few drink and was being barraged by flirtations from men at all sides, encouraged me to contact her so we could discuss things more at length.

By that point, I figured she had forgotten about it. Guess not. You don't really forget.

Life is surprising, and I am just so sleepy.

I owe you a real entry. Something that isn't vague or self-righteous. These days though, with everything happening at once, I’m just trying to write. It helps unbraid it all.

~ Last Five Entries ~

Meltdown? Who knows? - 05.09.06

You probably won't be surprised to learn there are flies circling me. - 04.23.06

Oh, I'm just kidding. - 04.17.06

Snake Sake - 04.15.06

I'm not wearing any underwear! - 04.12.06

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