I am alive. No really.

Lesson One: Stay until Monday morning. Leaving on a late-nite Sunday flight means that if it gets delayed, you're looking at a situation where if you stayed that extra night, you would've gotten at least some Zzzzzzzzs. Instead, I got lack of sleep that gets you hopelessly lost at 2 a.m. in a part of Boston that you actually know fairly well when you're awake.

I suppose if the lack of sleep wasn't preceded by three days of lack of sleep (not to mention alcohol), it would have been slightly less of a problem.

writercon was full of awesome, not the least of which I met half my FList, I'm pretty sure.

( We're off to see the wizard )

I had a blast being a little social butterfly and meeting everyone. I have you all fooled into thinking I'm a white hat, but little do you know, I've implanted a mutant Martian virus and you are now all my zombie slaves. You will now march forth and conquer the world for me.

*maniacally laughs*

Yes, I'm still catching up on sleep. Why do you ask?

And oooooo, I got three mix CDs from a2zmom (who couldn't be missed because she wore her icon, literally, on her heart), kurukami (he was a member of the Music Geek Club who met sekritly in the bar), and of course nycorson who was armed and dangerous with that CD. WOOOOT!

I gave a lift to ponderslife and dragonydreams, both of whom are practically neighbors. Despite my worst fears, the ride to Logan was insanely easy and smooth. I ended up running into wesleysgirl and hermionesviolin at Logan. Thank heavens for hermionesviolin, because I forgot to pick up the "how to use MARTA" (Atlanta's version of a stripped down T) instructions. I stuck to her and it was all good.


( You can't go to Atlanta without paying homage to Coke. )

( It's a cast of THOUSANDS! Or at least A through L. )

Now my eyes are closing and I swear there'll be a Part II tomorrow.