Oorah
Well, yesterday (after returning from my brief stint at the office) was
mostly devoted to un-packing and placing various widgets and such back in
their appointed locations. And then trying to shovel through the various
kipple that had piled up over the previous week, demanding to be dealt with
in a passive-aggressive papery obstructionist sort of way. A backlog of
magazines to read... various letters to be gone through... a refund check for
something or the other... the usual. After the excitement of the Con, it's
rather a let down to have the most exciting event of your afternoon be
ripping down a ceiling panel that had rotted through from water drippage.
Feel the excitement. Ah, well. Back to the grind, I guess. (On a side note,
getting rid of that ceiling panel has made my sinuses a bit less surly, so
I guess this is a positive endeavour.)
And into one of the many kipple boxes goes a neatly labelled folder of Otakon
kipple, to sit atop the equally neatly labelled folders of other convention
kipple and gather dust for all eternity. And now, time to start preparing
for the NEXT anime con...
I could have spent the evening in further cleaning, but instead I found myself
watching the History Channel. For three hours. I just... couldn't... escape...
its... evil... power!
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