It was late Wednesday evening at Lotusphere. I was with my annual roomie, Carla Gillespie, and some other friends in a suite, just hangin’ out, drinking some much needed water. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but at one point, the conversation went like this:
Me: “You know, sometimes I’m not, uh, uh… what’s the word, uh..”
Carla: “Articulate?”
Anyone who’s ever heard me speak in person will understand this. My brain moves about a million miles faster than my mouth. Actually, so does my typing. This explains why I hate the phone.
