I am one whiny hermit crab

Last August I went to NYC for BlogHer and made the decision to not have a roommate. It was my first time away from Truman and I figured a roommate might cut into my glorious, glorious sleeptime. Plus, at BlogHer I had a whole circle of friends attending that I knew I could cling to and force into talking to me. I had no need for new people! I could continue to live my sadly un-social life! Yay for being a hermit.

Jump ahead to today and I'm at another blogging conference and once again I am roommate-less, the difference is that this time it wasn't 100% by choice. Mom 2.0 is a smaller conference so less people in my already tiny social circle are attending. This means that I don't have many friends here so I decided that I should bite the bullet and get a roommate because, in my head, a roommate is a built in friend. I immediately found someone to bunk with but that fell through a few weeks ago. I debated finding another roommate but the fear of having to allow a total stranger to see me in my pajamas out weighted the fear of not having any friends to sit with at lunch and I stopped looking. Plus I figured since jparks had just gone to Iceland while I moved to a new house I deserved a whole hotel room to myself.

So here I am in my king sized bed at the Ritz, partially regretting my roommate-less status and partially enjoying it as I spread my toiletries all over the bathroom and hog all the clothes hangers in the closet. Tomorrow more people start to arrive and the few that I know or that Kristin, acting as my pimp, introduced to me via twitter are in that group. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that I don't end up sitting at a table by myself during meals, having flashbacks to 5th grade when I was forced to eat in my classroom because I had no friends. (Shut up, I was at a new school and I had an awful perm) The only upside to this situation is that if I end up succumbing to my social awkwardness and have no friends, at least I'm on my territory in New Orleans. I know I can always retreat to my grandmother's house to watch hours and hours of Mystery Diagnosis. Oh god, is it any wonder why I have so few friends?

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