Saturday morning plans did not go as planned (when do they ever, at a con?). There was going to be an attempt to walk the labrynth, which neither the boy nor I woke up for. There was going to be a 10am blood draw, which was delayed upon finding out that YES I HAVE GAINED WEIGHT, and therefore one of my corsets needs longer strings. The irony of
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That having been one of the panels I went to when I attended Arisia for a Saturday in 2010 (I also went to "Take Back the Sci-Fi" and "Religion and Kink" that year), my brain is now convinced it has a visual memory of you from the con panels rooms that year. Which is probably both a real and a fabricated memory, since woman with long red hair and knitting (and wearing a long skirt I am guessing) is a fairly visually striking image but I have had no experience of feeling like I've seen you previously in the weeks of our meatspace interaction (and obv. I've been aware that you go to Arisia, and I know I went to one day at Arisia last year) until my brain made the connection at reading that sentence.
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