Waugh.

[kiya]

Okay.

Have clothes, have medication, have widgets. Have perfume oil to compensate for not certain about incense in hotel room because new moon is Saturday, thus unavoidably coinciding with trip. Have book for flight. Will get bathfoo and toothbrush together after shower tonight.

Have conviction that I've forgotten something critical.

Have no cope whatsoever. Touchy, short-tempered, kind of weird around the edges. Also liable to be hormonally unstable starting in about eighteen hours, for bonus happy fun time. If anyone sees my mind, please net it and let me know.

Have gotten flight info to brooksmoses, who will give me milk.

To those of you I'll see at PantheaCon: I will endeavour not to get my crazy on you. I don't think it's catching.

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and in true Emrys style, I turn on the car, only to find a certain song playing on the radio...