10% of Your LJ Experience

Hee. Yes, oh man, I am SO sick. Except not with the flu or anything that makes me go 'oh god, can not get out of bed' - it's just a cold. And since I got into bed at an early hour last night, I woke up early this morning and I am simultaneously peppy and miserable. Believe it or not, that's possible. It all depends on where I focus. Until I cough, then I get distracted every time. But I'm taking lots of zicam - I'm experimenting with the many varities of zicam to find out which is the least disgusting. It's fun! And I have cough drops and cough or no cough, I am having a cup of coffee this morning!

It actually was good to be back at work yesterday. There were some fish tragedies over the weekend - my fish is still alive and well - and siliconivy gets a shiny sticker for being the only person to ask me about the health of my fish! Who is fine and dandy and looking well. However, two of the mollies didn't make it - their half-eaten (meep) bodies were apparently discovered Monday morning. And then Powder, the goldfish coworker D was keeping at her desk (IN a fishbowl) also suicided. Investigators are looking into the matter. But she's killed more fish than I have!

( Last night... )

But I got home around 9ish and I think I was tucked into bed by 10. Success, swmbo! And I slept really well, all coughing aside and so I feel alert and well enough to tackle another section of talk about this last weekend! Until I have to get dressed, what's with that? Pajamas should toatlly be the new fashion, people!

Everybody should read kita0610's little post on what Fandom means. I hold it close to my heart. My experiences are so much richer and better for the people I shared it with - both in real life and the people who couldn't make the weekend, but experience it with us through LJ. Thank you guys. I still can't think of this weekend without getting a stupid smile on my face. Also in my phone post the word was SAPPY not STABBY. Damn you, bear.

( More weekendy talk )

And, damn it, it's time for me to throw clothes on and go to work because I'm already late. And the play still hasn't even started yet! Hee. Sorry? *loves* There will be more!! Thanks, guys!

I don't know if it's even possible to capture this experience in words - I feel like I could talk and type for hours and not even come close to it.

When Jane Espenson did her interview at WriterCon, I typed the whole experience up from memory pretty easily - it's not going to be like that with Slag Heap, because I simply think of it and everything just gets blurry and my heart hurts and is so full of joy. I was telling Arrie that I can close my eyes and just replay things in my head, and she mocks me and said 'that's nice for you' and told me I better post about it!

So, I'm gonna miss parts, because things might not be in order. I will try to be semi-composed and not go into long, incoherent ramblings about the perfect skin. I will definitely go into them on his acting and on how incredibly nice of a person he is.

( Slag Heap - the play begins. Part 1 of however many it takes me. Has spoilers, such as they are, and some commentary but mostly just me )

And that was the end of the second scene or so of Act 1. I think. I might add more later. I mean, I will definitely add more about the play, just not sure about those scenes yet. But not now, for now I go to lunch.