Actually the whole thing is going well. Paper went over fine, although there were technical difficulties (I hate computers, for the record, though it’s a love-hate thing) at my panel, which meant that we got started fifteen minutes late. I must have read my paper like I was on methamphetamine, because I wrapped up ten and a half pages in under twenty minutes. In twelve-point Garamond. I dunno how, so don’t ask.

The audience did laugh at my jokes, though. I think it’s clear that, if the people in attendance laugh at your jokes, you’ve acquitted yourself well enough for your average conference.

Now it’s off to dinner, and hopefully some celebratory cocktails afterward. Singapore Sling? Mai Tai? Probably too hip for me. I’m a Johnson scholar. Old Fashioned it is.

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