Sick again. *headdesk*

[mijan]

Okay, so this is somehow totally my fault, I'm sure.  And no, I'm not being sarcastic.

I know full well that I got an absolutely inadequate amount of sleep during Dragon*Con.  Was it worth it?  FUCK YES.  The things I saw, the people with whom I spoke, the things I got to experience - TOTALLY worth it.  And now it's time to pay the piper.

Body aches, muscle cramps, sore back, sore throat, stuffed up nose, chest congestion, and dear gods my ears HURT.   I got dizzy trying to bring a bag of trash out to the curb, so I'm pretty much sitting on the couch, drinking hot tea and attempting to work on a fanfic.  I'd thought about trying to go to work this afternoon (called in sick for the morning), but there's no way. 

As I said, this is my own damned fault, and I know it.  I stayed up late almost every night, geeking out with some of the finest Star Trek geeks I've had the privilege to meet - some famous, some not.  Klingon Kareoke.  Oh yes.

Anyway, I'm here, I'm sick, I'm writing, and I'd love to chat with anyone who happens to be around.  I might post more about Dragon*Con later, but for now, I really ought to work on this fic.  It's really coming together.  :)

Comments

[dustedangels.livejournal.com]

... Dragon*Con. The place to run around like headless chickens for 4 days straight, ingesting and imbibing things we shouldn't - just to stay awake, screaming our heads off, singing at the top of our lungs (and often off-key), chanting, shrieking, buying things that will get us into debt that will take all year to get back out of...

And at the end of it we crash, look at each other (all 70,000-ish of us) and sigh happily - another Con well-spent.

[mijan.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't put myself into debt (only bought one $25 souvenir), but everything else... yeah. Well, except the off-key part. I'm always on-key. And pretty. Even when I look like shit. *preens*

And yes, definitely another con well-spent. I'm tellin' ya - geeks know how to party.