The longer I sit here, the closer I get
1:46 a.m. Still less than the number I need to achieve, but the longer I sit here, the closer I get.
The plan is to acclimate me to dragon*con time. dragon*con, for those of you who aren't familiar yet, is the sci-fi/fantasy convention coming up Very Soon Now, of which I am part of the tech staff.
While dragon*con technically runs 24-7, its slowest hours are from three to eight a.m. Thus, my plan: change my sleep schedule so that I am sleeping from four to ten a.m. If I can function on fewer hours than that during the convention (and I believe that I can), I will.The hot tea in the mug to my left is so heavily saturated with sugar that any self-respecting Brit would refuse to even call it tea. I can drink hot tea and like it, but my growing up in the American South has ingrained in me an appreciation (requirement?) for sweet tea that I will likely take to my grave.
One-fifty. The plan is to make it to three a.m. Three a.m. here is four a.m. Eastern, equivalent to my goal. A pity I sit here with nothing, really, to do; it is difficult to pass time past two a.m. when you are not interested in drinking and you're the only person in the room.
The squeaking sounds in the bedroom are Jeff tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep. The licking and chewing noises to my right are Edmund trying to clean between his toes. (My sleep-deprived mind finds itself wondering when his dainty, often-washed toes had time to get dirty.)
I cannot pack; my clothes are in the master bedroom. Given that I'm more than a little in love with the ritual of list-making, I have three lists going right now:
- Things I need to do tomorrow before we leave.
- Things I need to pack.
- A rough outline of the absolute minimum of clothing I'd need to take to stay clothed, decent, and fresh-smelling during the course of the convention.
(See, you're supposed to laugh at that: I luxuriate in making lists about my habit about making lists. It's funnier over sweet hot tea and sleep deprivation, I promise.)
It turns out that I'll be sitting in on the weblog discussion panel as one of the panelists. That's coming up on Sunday, for those of you inclined or able to come out to dragon*con. (Hint: I'll be the one in the rasta hat, and the braids, but that's the topic for an entry that's due to appear here in a day or two.) It should be quite interesting, if anyone dares to ask me a question. I could tell them that because of my website I've met just about the full spectrum of humanity, from the lovely guy I married to someone who is now a convicted felon.
Geekfests. Group weblogs (one of which has even had a paper written about it!). Geekmeets. BBSes. I can't claim to have seen it all, but I can claim to have been entertained by most.
After a small break of kitty-cuddling, it is now 2:19. I believe my current karmic duty is to read for a while, and then fall into a blissful, sugar-addled sleep.
I am so ready for dragon*con. I'm as bad as a kid on Christmas Eve.
Off to read.
(P.S. - for those of you who enjoy the same kind of quirky TV I do, if you're not watching Monk, you should be. Thanks, Stephen, for recommending this show…)
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