HOT-lanta

So I'm in Atlanta. It's frickin' hot here. Like crotch-pot-cooking hot here. My head is an afro. The conference has been so-so. Half amazing, while the other half my dogs could do a better job at. Yesterday we walked around a bit, went to the Underground, toured CNN, touristy kinds of stuff. It was good. My doctor left a message for me at the end of the day saying she had my blood test results and that I need to talk to her first thing in the morning. That's never good. So now I've made myself sick to my stomach, convinced I've got cancer. Awesome. Off to go drink myself to a stupor. I want to be home.