Okay, so I’m a bit of an idiot. I sort of thought RT was in Philly, not Pittsburgh, so when I looked to see how long the drive would be from Albany, I was like “Hey, I can do five hours. No problem. I can even squeak by to make the first seder on Saturday night.”

Er, no. More like, it’s eight hours away. At least it’s an easy drive — 90W all the way to 79S, all the way down to Pittsburgh — one that’ll take me through Rochester and Buffalo. And Erie. And Hell, Michigan. No, wait, not that last one. Hey, maybe I’ll pass through Intercourse, PA…

SIDENOTE: This is the t-shirt I would have if I owned a gift shop in Intercourse, PA: “I like Intercourse so much I’m coming back for more.”

(I’m tired. Can you tell?)

So yeah, I’m getting ready for RT. Woot! Going to be oodles of people there, including Richelle Mead, Caitlin Kittredge, Mark Henry, Jeanne Stein, Michelle Rowen, Colleen Gleason. I’d link to all of their sites, but I’m too tired. And I still have to do some day-job stuff. And shower. And pack.

Er, well, yeah. Pack. I mean, everything’s ready to be packed. It all just has to go…in. (Thank God for Loving Husband, who is my designated packer.)

Sigh. I’m going to miss him. And the Precious Little Tax Deductions. **sniffle**

But I’m going to have a freaking BLAST. Can’t wait!

Hope to see a bunch of you there… (I’ll be the short brunette, in glasses, toting a Love Your Inner Demon bag and schlepping a galley of HELL’S BELLES.)

(What’s that, you ask…a galley of HELL’S BELLES? Er, yes. More on that after RT.)

Hey, if you’re not running off to pack or drive or catch a bus or a plane, read this interview Christina Radish did for me at Media Blvd. Magazine.

Next post will be on Sunday, April 20! Until then, be good. Or if you’re going to be evil, don’t get caught.

And, of course, love your inner demon.