If you're reading this it's likely that we've just met, and I gave you my calling card, and you gave me yours, and we're deciding if we're going to keep reading.
I rode the Bieber Bus into New York. No lie.
Now I'm cruising BlogHer, probably exhausted but inspired at the same time, running to a party or the Halal cart in my Crocs flats.
I've decreased my consumption of caffeine and alcohol, both of which could put me at a disadvantage at keeping up with BlogHer.
But I am going to be working out with the Rockettes on Friday morning. Already I feel my thighs burning. But there's a burst of energy for ya.