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[kittydesade]

AHAHAHAH I FOUND THE GODDAMN FLOOR PLANS. MUA HA HA HA HA.
Корридор на Хилтон есть справа от ... And then it occurred to me that most of the events still don't have rooms assigned. *cries* Still, I am printing out these fucking floor plans, all of them, for when I get to the goddamn con.
Автографы справа от Кинкос.
Туалеты женские справа от автографы.
Туалеты мужские слева от автографы.
Старбакс находится в этаж лобби напротив registration/reception гостиницы. (guess who forgot her dictionary) (as opposed to Dragon*Con registration. Which reminds me.).
Регистрация находится в Шератон. Registration is at the Sheraton. Регистрация находится в лобби гостиницы.
Следуйте очень длинная линия. Follow the very long line.
Art show находится ... argh. Need my dictionary. But at least I can figure out what's where now.




So, okay, that didn't quite work out as planned, on account of most of the afternoon was spent trying to do work and not throw up. But tonight there can be hand sewing and writing Gods and Monsters for next week. And in the meantime I can spend the rest of the afternoon editing stories to, help, put up for sale for 99 cents or so. Maybe 1.99, considering. .99 for 5000 words, 1.99 for 10,000. That seems about right, yes? Ulp. And then if things can get bundled together, periodically releasing anthologies of the short stories. I can't believe I'm even doing this. I need to revamp my fiction section, too, for various and sundry stuff. I think I'll start that, though, after I figure out how this whole Lulu thing works.

And in the meantime I'm going on fun other adventures, like Dragon*Con, and figuring out how to knit cables, and indigo dyeing. And after knitting cables there will be Fair Isle knitting, or at least stranded colorwork, and all kinds of other projects. So many projects do I have, you people! And I'm starting to, thinking of it all, have that feeling of what the hell why am I juggling all this shit how is this even possible. Bit by bit, self. Calm down.

And, you know, make a schedule. I think I need to do scheduling. I think I also need to do batch cooking again, only this weekend it needs to be batch cooking of the kind that can freeze easily, because we can just stick it in the deep freeze and have it there when I recover from Dragon*Con. Quesadillas and things, maybe. Spaghetti sauce. Actually, that sounds like an excellent plan. Note to self: Tell the boy to get more chicken for freezer meat for quesadillas. And. Okay, yes. I can do this. No sweat. Just one task after another.

(Am I starting to panic yet? No, but I am starting to come apart at the organization.)

And for all those of you who get by with a little help from your girlfriends, here's one woman's essay celebrating the ladies in her life. Warning: It does involve child illness/death/impending death, too, so keep that in mind.