lithera | 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.