Challenge

Somehow, in the midst of everything going on, I've rediscovered my zen about Challenge. Bev's comments, hotel changes, which guys are attending, ticket woes - I just don't care (though I'd still like info about the parties and a platinum ticket to them if they do that).

I'm going, I'm gonna meet a heap of fabulous lj people, ogle what guys are there, and everything else is out of my hands.

Seriously, what the fucks wrong with me? Did someone put meds in my breakfast?




Of course, I'm still stressed out of my brain about everything I have to get done in the next month (four weeks today I'll be on a plane!).