Been tipping over on the couch at an ungodly hour early in the evening all week and getting upwards of nine and ten hours of shuteye a night. And I still feel like my head is stuffed with marshmallo goo and that I’m in perpetual need of a nap. Sheesh. Dragon*Con was knock-down drag-out sure ’nuff, but it wasn’t that rough, was it?
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