out in daylight, my potential

So far today I have raked my foot over a board fulla nails, producing several scratches and one deep puncture wound, and gotten a shard of glass that I thought I'd completely cleaned up lodged in my other foot.

They both hurt. Kind of a lot. They also both bled a lot, and I'm already kind of anemic and ready to kill a deer with my teeth just to get some red meat. This is not what I needed.

I'm taking a goddamn nap. If anything attacks me when I wake up (including my own goddamn internal organs - I am looking at you, heart and uterus) I swear I will tear it to pieces. :|

I am back from Darkover, and did not die.

The entire trip was wonderful, including the trip down and back - despite accidentally blowing past our exit by, like, an hour on the way down, which led to being on the road for hours longer than we meant to. I think we gave the Garmin a nervous breakdown a couple times.

And rolling down all the windows, blasting "Star-Spangled Man" and singing along at the top of our lungs? BEST. THING. EVER. Seriously, you should try it some time.

The actual con was fantastic too. The panels I went to were fun and interesting (and occasionally rage-inducing - there was one where Jae and I sat clutching at each other's legs and hands and trying not to snarl at one particular panelist), I got to meet a bunch of awesome people and hang with the awesome people I already knew, and we all managed to not kill each other.

A lovely woman saw me walking with a cane and just gave me this beautiful hand-made cane someone had given her that wasn't quite working for her. I love this cane. It's like it was made for me, and I've been fondling and cuddling it all weekend.

And there was a woman at the con with a Caucasian ovtcharka that was a mobility service dog for her balance issues (which from her brief description sound a lot like mine) and you guys. That is my dream dog, including the service dog part, and talking to her made me think I might actually be able to make that work for me some day. Of course, first I'd have to be able to afford to feed a dog that big, never mind figure out where to acquire one, but some day.

...anyway, yeah. Con was awesome. Downside is that now I am totally worn the fuck out, and have no emotional energy or patience for humans or the world in general, and have been getting snarly at the simple fact that other humans exist where I can hear them how dare they. Including Mat. Which makes me feel like an awful person, but is not making the reaction go away.

Hermiting for a week is not unlikely. Which is just as well, because I feel like writing all the things now. I figured out something about the first angel book on the drive down, and some of the panels made some things click about a universe I just recently started poking at, but I need so much more research on that, and I need to go back to (re)writing the first DMA book and oh god how do I even...

Wow, my body really hates being asleep at night.

I passed out around eleven, because I'm sick and going to bed at a sane time seemed like a good idea. NOPE. Woke up at 3 AM, completely unable to get back to sleep. Poked around on the internet for an hour or two, tried to go back to sleep... STILL NOT HAPPENING.

And naturally, no one is awake on the internet, and I've run out of things to entertain myself with. And it's overcast, so even watching sunrise isn't really interesting. I guess this is a sign I should work on reoutlining my NaNo or something, huh?

After coffee. Because I'm seriously going to maul something if coffee doesn't happen first.

...the spider on the ceiling just flung a dead ladybug at me. I don't know what to do with that.

And by "that", I mean both the ladybug corpse, and the fact that there's an arachnid flinging things at me. It looks like it's planning to do it again. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this.