Sometimes, thanks to too little sleep, a crappy diet, and high energy, emotional human interactions, conferences can become stressful.
So after a day and a half, I'm completely broken. Of course, that meant I broke down into tears. This is not surprising. I cry when I'm happy, sad, angry, frustrated or upset. Seriously, at times I wonder when WON'T I cry?
But anyways, I'm home for the night. Pizza, wine and time with my other boyfriends, Ben and Jerry, are in order.