the perfect paper, perfect delivery, perfect outfit, perfect hair, perfect jaunty lean against the desk as i presented. i carried my talk in a folder in a briefcase.
today, nearly five years to the day, i am presenting at a conference.
the paper is wacky, folded in half, and shoved in a bag. my tights are ripped, and my primary concern is whether there will be enough coffee in the day and what i will be having for dinner.