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Yeah. All that. Otakon would've gone MUCH better today had I not left my money (and poor Taryn's camera) home. It proved to be a very long day; Taryn (as documented in her own journal) was having serious tummy woes courtesy of the mix of mild and spicy chicken strips she chose for dinner last night. And of course, there's the minor problem of me actually SLEEPING last night. For NINE hours. Without waking (which would've been amazing -before- the FMS onset, and is damn near miraculous since). We'll set an alarm for tomorrow; we've only got one more shot at Piro...

It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. -- Dan Aykroyd / The Blues Brothers

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Err... thanks, Dan. Hey, drive safe, okay? Um, anyway. Sue-chan continues to be a real gem, as have been Woobie (Big Josh, maybe?) and the lady that were at the adjoining Studio Splurd. Tomorrow I'll have money, so I can buy food AND maybe more art. ART! :) But we just -gotta- get to Piro...

Anyway, I'm outta here. Pondering gaming of some sort. Chatting with my much beloved Mistress. Live is good. But my feet are still sore. :p