I'm workin on it, really!

It's not like I don't have material to write about.  I mean, my life is just so darn exciting, ya know?  

For example, I was in Atlanta last week to learn how to teach a class.  Cool, right?  The class is meant to be taught to interior designers and architects, and it talks about "Healthy Indoor Air Quality by Design."  Riveting, right?  Right?  Helloooo?  Am I the only person around here who thinks this stuff is important?  (Notice, I didn't say interesting, just important.  Big diff.)  Oh wait, maybe I am.

Seriously though, this is probably going to boost my travel time considerably.  Which is cool, yes, but sucks as well.  As much as I love going places, trying new restaurants and staying in swanky hotels (on someone else's dime, no doubt), I'm such a damn homebody that most times I'd rather be on my couch with a cat trying to sit on my computer and B doing his impression of a Tourette's patient in the next room.

But, thus is the nature of my job.  So this Friday I'm giving the class for the first time, to the higher powers at work.  Wheeee!  What? *hurl*  (I'm getting much better at speaking in front of groups, except when (a) it's people I know and (b) I don't just know them, I work for them.  In these situations, my face gets redder and more tingly than usual, I play with my hair and generally look like a tard.  Joy!)

So you see?  I have material.  I just have to actually write more.