You know that new movie, Up in the Air? Where George Clooney flies around the country in a business suit and snazzy rolling suitcase, sipping on cocktails in-flight? That's gonna be me.
I fly to Albuquerque today to present a paper at the Southwest Texas Popular Culture Conference. My paper is titled "Once Upon a Not so Unique Time: Reconciling Individualism and Literary Borrowing in Oscar Wilde's 'The Nightingale and the Rose'" and I refuse to bore you with a synopsis. Suffice it to say, I deconstruct structuralist fairytale theory. Still interested? Email me.
I feel so grown up. So professional. So terrified. Oh God, I am terrified.
I just hope I can get through the presentation without passing out. And that no one finds out that I probably don't know anything about Oscar Wilde, or fairytale theory, or deconstruction. Shit shit shit. Can I have one of those in-flight cocktails now, please?