In that moment, an activist was born, and activism has irrevocably changed my life. Now activism in the age of technology is an interesting thing. Organizing across time zones means that you spend a lot of time at the computer forming blood ties with people you have never met. Instead of hashing out plans across a conference room table, you learn to strategize in the dizzying denizens of the chatroom where conversation is non-linear and fractal. You learn to think in terms of time zones, and you bury your circadian rhythms in a flurry of midnight brainstorms.
Personal hygiene gets dicey.
And then there's work, which really becomes an enormous distraction when you are trying to overturn a coup. Since you don't want to miss any of the action, you give out your corporate telephone number and e-mail address gladly. And the final indignity is that you gain weight. Those fingers flying across the keyboard just do not burn as many calories as a brisk jog in the park. Five pounds during the re-counts.