Last Tuesday, Darth enjoyed the drive to San Francisco. Here he is, posing in front of Lake Tahoe. That Darth is such a ham!

Later that night: Eden, me and Jax at the Brown Agency dinner party. I’d just crutched 3.5 blocks and boy were my arms tired. Nothing a large bottle of Chianti couldn’t take care of, though.

Nicole took this picture on Friday. It’s pretty much how I felt the entire conference.

I love red wine. I was on a Lemon Drop kick over the past few weeks but tonight I’m about 1/2 into a bottle of a decent cab from Sonoma and it’s darn tasty. Mmm. Hang on, I need another glass. Kay, I’m back. Oh, and I’m alone. Sweetly alone. The kid is over at Grandma’s for a bit and I’m laying here alone…drinking my wine. It’s quite heavenly, if I do say so.

In other news, I’ve begun to put pressure on my bad leg. Just a little bit, but it feels okay. I get my next set of x-rays next week so hopefully I haven’t fucked anything up. But conference on crutches was not easy, and sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s to do. And if that means using a bad leg to walk up a flight a stairs without falling on her face in front of some of the biggest names in the industry, so be it.

Mmm. Wine.

Well, not really. I did check out of the San Francisco Marriott earlier today, but now I’m headed to pick up my kid from the in-laws. I miss my son, I really do. But this horrible part of me misses my writer friends…more. I mean not more in the sense that I don’t want to see my kid because trust me, I do. But it’s so hard to know that I won’t see my writer girls for another twelve months. It’s makes me very sad. And it’s even worse than previous years because I didn’t have a chance to visit with people as much as I normally do because I was so fucking tired on on account of the fact that I was on crutches. ‘Cause you know, I broke my leg. Something I would not recommend, by the way.

So, I was either crutching to an appointment, or so damn tired from crutching to an appointment that when I could actually sit down and talk to someone I was too exhausted to conduct anything remotely resembling an actual conversation. See, I was spent. I was SO tired. All the time. I took naps. And anyone who knows me even a little knows that I’m not a napper. Well, I wasn’t. But this broken leg has really threw me for a loop. Cause now I’m tired all the time. And hungry. I can actually fall asleep (okay, I pass out) in the middle of the day. And then I wake up and I want a cheeseburger. Oh yeah. Good times.

So now I’m recovering. And I miss everyone. I miss everyone so much it’s hurting my heart. Most people probably don’t even know how much I miss them because I was so busy trying not to fall down in the bar I didn’t share my love the way I usually tend to do. In fact, my only mishap was spilling a lemon drop on Sunday afternoon, which is not bad at all. And Bria was there to help me clean it up. I love my Divas, I really do.

Anyway, now I’m on the way home. And I miss everyone. A lot. And I’m counting the days until the next conference.

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