This morning's keynote speaker was supposedly one of those motivational speaker guys with words of counsel as to how to sell yourself. Listening to an umpteenth speaker go on for 90 minutes at 8:00 AM with fluff about getting up and taking the world by the tail just didn't enthuse me. So I slept in, awoke to view the San Diego harbor, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. That trio of events was far more motivating for me to carpe diem.
Besides, who would buy what I'm selling? My game is the equivalent of Wal-Mart's Ol' Roy dog food - a lot of filler without much substance.
I just hope the dude doesn't find out my room number and pay me a follow-up visit for remedial teaching like Mr. Hand. That would be totally bogus dude.
Yawn.. Scritch, scritch.