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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I’m still shaking off D*C here too…as you described in prev entries, you had a rather killer schedule so it’s understandable you’d be feeling the aftereffects…
*grumble* I used to be able to shake off the after effects of excesses like D*C better when I was younger . . .
it was pretty rough, yeah. fun though.
and we survived, evidence intact. 😉
Hey, cool! You got a pic of me in my Chainmail Wings outfit while I was doing delivery rounds on Friday morning! I was even pretty energetic in that shot, as I recall, a state that changed drammatically by the end of the day . . .
I never volunteered to do deliveries again after Friday. Snarf!
Thanks for passing your snapshop along!