After thirteen hours at work, shipping dangerous goods across four states, being wracked with nerves over stupid things (like if I’d forget what time my flight takes off in the morning), begging my ex-husband to not only dogsit but to pick up my dog as well, and a zillion other things that have me wanting to throw up, JournalCon ‘03 is here. AltoidsAddict and I will be hangin’ with other geeky online journallers, having a blast and … well, drinking. She’s promised I can snore; I shall return the favor.

Along those lines, though… I had a dream last night my friend Jessica was best friends with Courtney Love - gah - and I’m almost positive I was talking in my sleep. Loudly. Like, enough to wake myself up.

The only thing I can say for AA is that she’s ultra-sharp and ultra-snarky - she’ll be able to change the tide of my dreams if she joins the conversation. I’ve had two people do this to me before, and I’ll never live it down. (Thank God most people just try to ignore me.)

I haven’t packed yet, and my laptop is still sitting there looking at me. Hopefully, if I drop sound asleep within the next three minutes, I can get a solid 6 before I’m off to the airport.

Aieeee!

michelle