I’ve spent most of today frantically trying to tie up some loose ends with a Really Big Project at work before leaving for the trip tonight and failing miserably. I woke up around 2am and spent the first 45 minutes sacrificing small animals to the gods of High Speed Internet in hopes to get my signal back going. Then I wrestled for an hour with a coding dilemma that turned out to be no big deal and something I would have figured out in two seconds if I had some sleep to work with. Why do I do that to myself? It’s so counterproductive.
I got NikkiZ from daycare early to spend some time with her and what does she do? Goes to sleep. Little devil. If I had wanted her to take a nap, she would have stayed awake for days. Kids. Their inherently evil.
I’m trying my best to come up with any last-minute things I need to pack. I’m going to be gone six days. That’s a lot of days to go without a trip to Target for supplies. I’m also trying to keep my luggage down to two small suitcases plus the carry-ons. So far, I think I’ve done okay. It’s tricky since I’ll have to run in the mornings, go to panels all day, and then go out for the various “functions” at night. Essentially three outfits a day. This is tricky for someone who barely has three outfits period.
I’m nervous. I’m excited. I’m sad. I’m going to miss my family so much. I also feel kinda lame for harping on that. Hopefully I’ll find a steady supply of booze to keep me from thinking about it too much. I’m sure my bosses will love that. “What? That girl doing shadow dances in front of the projector with her laptop bag on her head? No. We don’t know her.”