Alrighty. Lemme open Facebook up, since I know that I stuck a couple updates there....

( y-con trip )

Beloveds, I am home from the con. My eyes are dry and scratchy, and my brain runneth on stupidity's overdrive. When I have rested, which will not be until after I have worked 3 doubles, dealt with my son's birthday, worked two 9.25 hour shifts, hopefully gotten some sleep on my.... oh fuck it. When I am capable of coherent thought, I'll post about ( Read more... )

My pre-con schedule ( Read more... )

So much for the hotel money, again. Car insurance and utilities must be paid. But fear not, fellow roomies - I get paid again the Monday before con. All will be well. Either that, or I'll roam the blooming halls all night. *pause* Oh, wait, I did that last year anyhow.
Why, you may ask? He who was paying his child support lost his job. (Now, whether ( Read more... )

My suitcase is packed, minus the lab coat I still need to find; and my hotel money and bishie brunch fee are safely tucked in a non-kid-aware-of location.

Now, all I need is the money to get my van tagged properly, and spending money!

I feel relatively shitty at the moment. Got a slow-burn of a headache starting, means I'll be wanting my bed even more well before I get off work... which I'm due at in a couple hours. Already know my preferred headache pill won't work on this kind... it's the dull achy one that lingers and lingers and saps at me, but doesn't do the excruciating ( Read more... )

Note to self: do not click the pop up that says someone has commented. You must retype everything. I am tired. I am yawning. I want to sleep. My bed is calling. However, if I get in it, my eyelids pop up and my brain hits overdrive, so I'm typing instead. Er, retyping.
( the long form... much fun! )

has begun. And I'm doing these stupid things to pass time, because I'm scared shitless that if I fall asleep, I won't make it to the airport in time to make my flight.

( quizzes, etc. )

*GRUMBLING ( Read more... )