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[phosfate]

Pre-con stress. I have no functioning mind. Sleep does not make it better. Drugs don't make it better. I hit my creative stride around 11:00 p.m., which is rather unfortunate since that's also my bedtime.

It's not even that there are huge tasks to accomplish. I just...AGH! HULK WANT TO BE PACKED! HULK WANT TO LEAVE!

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[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I have to take Wednesday off nowadays, 'cause my psycho-meds make staying up until 3:00 a.m. cutting mats a physical impossibility. And the local plane service has changed so that I have to be at the airport at 6:00 a.m. anyway. Bastards.

Right now I am like a three-year-old bouncing in her car seat: "I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go..."

[finabair.livejournal.com]

I am much the same, which makes it darned hard to focus on anything. Unless it's for the con.

EW! on the plane time. I actually can't leave 'til Amy's done teaching on Thursday, so I won't be there 'til Thursday night sometime and sleeping 'til noon is OK so long as I am already packed.