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Aug. 29th, 2011 09:17 am( Русский язык )
Hey, look who's back! After about four days of head cold, a couple days of wheezing and general breathing impairment, and a few more days of exhaustion and regaining my mental equilibrium I actually exist again! For about three days. After which it's Dragon*Con madness and you'll be lucky to get a coherent con report out of me that doesn't consist of EEEEEE [actor] EEEEEE COSTUMES EEEEEEE STUFF EEEEEE.
Sadly, Bruce will not be joining us this con. Which fucking sucks. And I pout. A lot. Especially since it was all very last minute. On the other hand, given recent gossip headlines I have a very good idea why he cancelled at the last minute, and, um, well. It makes really damn good sense, and the only reason I would want him to show up at this point is to give him hugs and make it better for a little bit. So. He has business to take care of. I have a sad, but maybe next year.
Um. Things and stuff. My body is being astoundingly cooperative, so I should be good to go for costumes apart from feeling a little out of shape. Stupid flu of death. Nothing to be done about that, though, and it's not like I lost too much workout time or muscle mass or whatever. And I've got the first chunk of this week to work.
I'm sure there's fifty billion things I have to catch up on. The first of them being Big Bang stuff, which, ugh. And there's a zillion things coming in today. It's going to be a busy, busy week of last minute pre-D*C stuff.
Hey, look who's back! After about four days of head cold, a couple days of wheezing and general breathing impairment, and a few more days of exhaustion and regaining my mental equilibrium I actually exist again! For about three days. After which it's Dragon*Con madness and you'll be lucky to get a coherent con report out of me that doesn't consist of EEEEEE [actor] EEEEEE COSTUMES EEEEEEE STUFF EEEEEE.
Sadly, Bruce will not be joining us this con. Which fucking sucks. And I pout. A lot. Especially since it was all very last minute. On the other hand, given recent gossip headlines I have a very good idea why he cancelled at the last minute, and, um, well. It makes really damn good sense, and the only reason I would want him to show up at this point is to give him hugs and make it better for a little bit. So. He has business to take care of. I have a sad, but maybe next year.
Um. Things and stuff. My body is being astoundingly cooperative, so I should be good to go for costumes apart from feeling a little out of shape. Stupid flu of death. Nothing to be done about that, though, and it's not like I lost too much workout time or muscle mass or whatever. And I've got the first chunk of this week to work.
I'm sure there's fifty billion things I have to catch up on. The first of them being Big Bang stuff, which, ugh. And there's a zillion things coming in today. It's going to be a busy, busy week of last minute pre-D*C stuff.