I got barely four hours of sleep last night! I went to bed at three and woke up at 6:30 for reasons I will explain shortly.
The good: paper and panels went well, I heard some awesome, thinky stuff, and got to see a bunch of my friends and hang out and buy several books that warm the cockles of my nerdy heart.
The weird: last night was the dance (think: academics rocking out to "All the Single Ladies" and "Time Warp") and I almost did something that I know I seriously would have regretted and felt bad about. I didn't do said something, which doesn't make me proud or morally superior so much as relieved, and weirded out that I was in this situation in the first place.
The oh shit shit FUCK: the reason for not-even four hours of sleep: Roommate, who seriously came through in the clutch and has earned about 1 million years of good karma and no bitching from me, called me up around 6:20 to tell me she'd taken Finn to the emergency vet. Through the haze of half-sleepiness and terror, I learned that he'd gotten into his medicine and eaten all of it, which is not good for the stomach and kidneys, and by "not good" I mean "copious vomiting" and "blood." So he is at the emergency place now, hooked up to an IV for fluids, and he will be staying there overnight for observation. I'm going to see him in a couple hours, as soon as the vet is out of surgery.
(Yes, I was out of the hotel in about .5 seconds and drove home like a batshit crazy person, shattering my personal speed record.)
Now I am going to try to sleep for a bit. Shall respond to emails and comments and such later, when I am coherent.
The good: paper and panels went well, I heard some awesome, thinky stuff, and got to see a bunch of my friends and hang out and buy several books that warm the cockles of my nerdy heart.
The weird: last night was the dance (think: academics rocking out to "All the Single Ladies" and "Time Warp") and I almost did something that I know I seriously would have regretted and felt bad about. I didn't do said something, which doesn't make me proud or morally superior so much as relieved, and weirded out that I was in this situation in the first place.
The oh shit shit FUCK: the reason for not-even four hours of sleep: Roommate, who seriously came through in the clutch and has earned about 1 million years of good karma and no bitching from me, called me up around 6:20 to tell me she'd taken Finn to the emergency vet. Through the haze of half-sleepiness and terror, I learned that he'd gotten into his medicine and eaten all of it, which is not good for the stomach and kidneys, and by "not good" I mean "copious vomiting" and "blood." So he is at the emergency place now, hooked up to an IV for fluids, and he will be staying there overnight for observation. I'm going to see him in a couple hours, as soon as the vet is out of surgery.
(Yes, I was out of the hotel in about .5 seconds and drove home like a batshit crazy person, shattering my personal speed record.)
Now I am going to try to sleep for a bit. Shall respond to emails and comments and such later, when I am coherent.
