Skip to My Uke

*knock, knock, knock* Remember me? No?  Really?  Not at all? *sigh* Does this jog any memories? Right, I thought so. Speaking of thinking, I think I'm back.  I mean, I have an internet connection and a computer and all those components crucial to spreading my vaginal ramblings all over the…

What I’m Pretty Sure Was a Hallucination

It turns out that it's almost as exhausting to attend a conference as it is to plan one - though both are probably equally hard on the liver. I'm still a little overwhelmed.  My desk is covered with a stack of random fliers, five different coffee mugs, a sparkly stuffed…