Brief updates

• 09:17 Finding that eight solid hours of sleep beats emergency caffeination anytime. #

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My brain hurts

Eight hours of sleep...

... didn't help a bit last night. I woke up this morning with a thickly fogged, achy head, which only a lot of liquid did anything for. I also had a bad dream last night that I threw panels for Technicon and nobody came :( Or maybe they just sucked, I can't remember the dream that well.

Starr has jumped right back into her work. Her co-workers attempts to take it easy on her first day back failed miserably - such is the nursing profession, I guess. We had a nice couple of hours last night before she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

I found a nice sentence on a link from Tobold's blog about certain types of gamers, WoW hardcore raiders especially, that relates to my 'poker deck' post: "For some people it isn't enough to have achieved something first, they must also make sure that nobody else gets there, or it tarnishes their leet shine."

{wakes} Huh? What just happened?

It's Wednesday night, and everything for the con is packed in the car except for toiletries and pyjamas.

Clearly, there's an impostor in this apartment, cunning but not quite cunning enough to impersonate me properly.

(Thanks to panels, did not manage to pack light particularly. Also, someday need real travel gear rather than leftover Decipher gaming bags.)