In case you guys wonder why I’ve been so scarce, yesterday I had something back to back for 12 hours. For those of you who are here whom I didn’t recognize/greeted more than once/haven’t seen yet — that was the reason.
This is the first con in which I’ve not had a drop of alcohol — mostly because I’m not sure how it would interact with medicines — not even at dinner, and in which I’ve been acting like a falling-down-drunk.
Part of it is the post op thing. By the reading yesterday I’d drunk so much diet coke I sloshed. But I caught myself sleeping in the second panel of the day and that’s just not right.
There’s this “sleep” thing I hadn’t experienced since I was pregnant with Robert, where it hits and starts to take me down and fighting it off is worse than fighting off some sort of plague. It’ s almost physically painful, because my will power is insufficient.
Anyway, we set a Huns breakfast for 8 am this morning, because it was the only time I was free and most of you were here. For those of you at Liberty, particularly if you haven’t seen me yet, meet me at City Diner (Closest to the choo choo) at 8 am.
Also someone gave me a sad (stuffed) puppy who has been named Larry-the-sad-puppy. He’s been helping me through panels, particularly given how tired I was.
Your daily dose of snark will resume tomorrow when I hope to do my duty for Glenn too (since I’m supposed to be 1/8th of Instapundit, and I’ve been falling down (on face. From tiredness) on the job.
Meanwhile, go forth and do stuff. And if you’re in LC come and see me. I should be able to speak after the second cup of coffee.