Coming up for air

Do you look around you sometimes and wonder how you got there? Not as in, how did my life turn out this way? But as in, how did I get on this street? How did I manage to pick up a loaf of bread and stand at the checkout line before I even really realized it? Sometimes this is an okay thing. I get off work, go home and am sitting on my couch before I even notice I've left. Other times it's not. I buy the loaf of bread but forget to get eggs because I was watching "A Knight's Tale" in my head when I passed the dairy section. Still, I've never been hit by a car.
It can also feel that way when I'm going so quickly from one event to the other in my packed life, that I don't have time to breath. I get up early to exercise, go to work, do work, eat, join an extra online writing group where I'm expected to submit my entire novel in just a few weeks, go home, eat Chinese, etc. I don't know how I get from one activity to the other.
In more exciting news, WisCon, the feminist scifi/fantasy convention I'm attending in May, has sold out. They have a cap of 1000 memberships, and I think this is the fastest they've reached it. It may even be the first time they've sold out before the day of the convention. It's going to be awesome. There is not a pitching session with agents and editors like at other conventions, but I will get to meet some and I hope to get a few addresses to send out my then-finished novel. Yep, trying to pick up an agent and get his digits.