May the One who inspired her, inspire me.

It was a good Con. Rusty was a little slow and felt as though they pulled it together sort of last minute (which, from what I gathered, they kind of had to after changing hotels) but it was nice and relaxing. There were some nice parties and I talked to a lot of people who I had seen around fairly often but never actually sat down and chatted with. I corseted myself. It had been awhile for that but the compliments and the looks were worth it.

Talked and talked and socialized. It was pleasant. I should have been on The Weakest Link thing. I could have answered so many of those questions they just did not know. Poor, poor bastards. Not trivia adept.

I needed to get more sleep. I was up wandering around with a drunk Nathan until 4:00am on Saturday. Then Brian called me at 2:00am on Sunday morning.... I almost sense a theme here but... I think it is too elusive for me to quite pin it down.

When I went downstairs this morning and turned on Morla's lights, he was all spread out. I thought to myself, 'Well, he's either asleep or dead.' After I gave him some food, he woke right up. I must get some dark leafy greens for the Morla. And I need to change his water this evening.

It was weird I didn't realize it until I saw them on Sunday that I had missed Kris and Cody all weekend long.

Time to get to work. This next month is going to be insane. Just insane.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha....

Hee hee hee.

( Okay this made my morning. )

And to think...

.. I had forgotten the joys of Powerpoint.

Arg.

Finding the balance between too many words and not enough is difficult and in part, only knowable when you try to give the persentation. I'm way too early in the process for that. It is almost exactly like notecards for a speech. You don't want to write the whole thing down, just enough to help you remember what you wanted to say.

I wish I wasn't so tired.

Wow...

I just realized it but my weekends are full until some point in mid-February.

Augh.