Why do I ever try to plan anything?

I should know by now that plans and I just don't get along...

Really, I should have had at least 3 hours sleep before driving to Dallas. The part about playing till 10 was unexdpected. But I made it, and have buzzed by the Con, hugged the lovely Wrenlet, and am about to crash at Mizzykitty's.

This whole up for 36 hours thing? Sucks.

Huh... (Not that I'm complaining, mind)

Looks like I pre-ordered the Pirates of the Caribbean. Not that I actually remember doing so, but Amazon just charged and shipped it to me, so there ya go. Soon I'll have Jack in all his swaggery glory, all to myself! MUAHAHAHAHA!