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I am godawful tired, but I don't want to sleep. sauvin asked me why, and I dunno. It's not logical. Maybe because if I sleep, I'll have to wake up in my bed, and the con will really be over?
Seriously, I never want this con to end.
… Even though I'm home already and I know intellectually it's already over, apparently it's not "really" over for me until I wake up the next day.
On the days when I believe in an afterlife, I think that my heaven would be a never-ending filk con. We would have epic kosher and allergen-free catering of awesome so that we would never have to leave the hotel; we'd just retire to an epic dining room where we'd have wonderful conversation over sumptuous meals. And there'd be many filk circles, big and small. And I wouldn't manage to feel both undersocialized and oversocialized at the same time. And I'd be able to be at everything all at once. Sleep would be optional, or something you could do while being at a circle, like the way dolphins sleep half their brain at a time.
Yeah, something like that.
It was such a good con, it should've been created on a Tuesday, and while I know it could never have gone on forever, my heart aches to know that I have to return to my mundane life now.