Nov. 19th, 2005

plonq: (Average Mood)
I am doing my best to enjoy the con, in spite of the fact that I have been fighting a virus since Thursday night. I'm afraid that I'm feeling miserable enough to be somewhat antisocial this con, heading up to our room to nap rather than wander around and visit this afternoon. I didn't actually sleep, but the quiet time to myself really helped (as did the two pain-killers I took when I got up there).

I wandered down to the con suite a few minutes ago and snacked on some rice and pasta dishes they were offering. That seems to have helped as well, and I'm almost feeling unmiserable this evening. Almost.

My jinx with artists and commissions seems to be continuing. I approached an artist yesterday evening to commission a con badge. She took the details, and seemed quite eager at the thought of drawing a snow leopard. I caught a brief glimpse of her earlier this afternoon, and haven't seen her since. At least no money changed hands this time (sigh).

During my down-time in the room, I managed to write out a couple of truly awful opening story lines for a contest that is being judged tomorrow. I'd like to enter my lines into the contest, but the fact that I am sleeping with one of the judges may prejudice my chances. I may read out my lines anyway if there aren't a lot of entries. No point in letting that work go to waste.
plonq: (Burning Fur Mood)
Unsubstantiated rumour has it that some idiot set off a smoke device(s) on the 5th floor of the hotel. In any event, for the second year in a row the fire alarm went off and we were forced to evacuate on Saturday night.

On the plus side, it let some of the fursuit crowd from the dance cool down a bit.

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