my life, my pace

Yeah, so I meant to write last night. Really, I did. It’s just that my talk didn’t go so well. So I was too bitter and angry to write. Yes, it was really that bad. But let’s not linger on things past. Let’s talk about how I cured my utter shame and embarrassment (no, it didn’t involve consuming large amounts of alcohol, although it was tempting).

I now present to you the ultimate cure for public humiliation:

Yep, I’ve been coveting this little thing here since it came out and now I have it because my husband likes to reward failure. Eh, not that I’m complaining here. Though the mere thought of how bad yesterday was still makes me cringe. It’s times like these when I wish I had a “delete” button in my brain for those memories I can’t forget fast enough.