Raise your hand if you've been up for the better part of thirty hours! Anyone? Anyone? Just me? Oh.
Yes, this has been the longest day I've experienced in a while, but the hangover-esque exhaustion I'm feeling at the moment is for a good cause. I got back from Anaheim and VidCon this morning, and as skeptical I was about my ability and desire to attend this year, ultimately I'm glad I went. It was easily the most fun I've had all year (though, to be frank, that wasn't a hard distinction to earn). Perhaps more than anything else, what I enjoyed about this year was the people I got to spend time with. As isolated as I usually am, it's easy to forget how life-affirming and energizing it can be to spend time with people I genuinely respect and enjoy. I got to reunite with friends from Chicago and meet others I had previously only known as pixels on a screen. I got to spend time with like-minded folks who are excited about seemingly silly things like YouTube and who sing the Double Rainbow song en masse like they're at a particularly bizarre youth worship service.
The convention was strange and informative and entertaining and encouraging, and all in all it was a perfect break from the monotony of "normal," "adult" life. Going back to work tomorrow will be a mighty struggle. But that's probably a good thing. The more anxious I get about my eight-to-five, the more likely I will be to do what I have to do to change course.
But for now, sleep is a thing I should probably look into. I will peer deep into its soul and report back*.
* - Probably not.