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Con report is up on my real journal. No pictures yet.

My brain has clicked over to it being September and desperately wants to wear jeans and sweaters and jackets. It is too warm for those things. It is almost always too warm for those things in early September in Minnesota. Silly brain.

I am feeling much better than I was last night -- DayQuil is our friend -- but it's not without drawbacks. I have the attention span of a gnat now. A very young gnat. A gnat toddler. Yes. I'm going to get a bit of everything done, I think, and not much of anything, and I suppose that had better be fine, because it's what I've got at the moment.

The thing about WorldCon is that it made me think about marketing for a bit, and it's very, very hard to keep momentum or optimism when you have to think about marketing. Or when I have to. Now I'm thinking about stories again, which is much better, and have a short-list of marketing-related tasks I will accomplish in the next week, and that's all right too because I can just do it and not think about it too much. Right? Okay then.

Curse you, Hallmark.

I bought what was supposed to be a roll of gold and a roll of silver wrapping paper, reasoning that they were dressy for wedding presents but not so weddingy I couldn't use them on other things in a pinch. I opened the roll of silver to wrap the antifreeze (it was 94c and it was on their list and it's not all we got them, all right?), and lo and behold, oh my oh my oh my, it was not silver paper. It was cellophane wrapped around a silver tube. This is cheating. And God only knows what I will do with a roll of cellophane. So the antifreeze got gold wrap and the baking dishes got red and they will have to be satisfied with that, because red is what I had.

I have completed all the success conditions for the day except the last, which is "get self and household to wedding on time." I've also done a bunch of things not on the required list for today (but eventually necessary), and I've neglected a bunch more. I want to do everything on my writing list simultaneously. Must take deep breaths until the feeling passes. Or until I manage to finish everything. Whichever comes first.