'I'm okay with the roleplay, I'm okay with the other stuff, but the chickens and the electrodes HAVE to go.' by Kara
Saturday, February 16, 2008 at 7:01 AM

Hail to thee, readers, from Katsucon. Co-Writer will not be ranting today ... while he has the option to hit my room and do so, something tells me he will be sacked out at his place 'til no later than 1 in the afternoon (as Iron Artist is at 2 and I've demanded everyone's presence).

It looks like I personally won't be spending time at the table ... but I'm taking down copies of my books so people can buy them anyway. I'm not busy per se ... just tired and injured, and working around the injury makes me tired. I seem to have taken off my wrist brace in my sleep and pinched a nerve when it got pinned under myself. At least I could still feel my arm.

Also, holding room parties will exhaust you. So I'm going to be chilling in my room a bit before joining the geek world. No hangover ... I don't get hung over, which is lovely. Unfair, but lovely. Since I am the best bartender ever, I have a feeling I may be one of the few and proud in this respect.

If you have been, get your hands off my nuts.