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Where is mrissa? Is she hanging out in the con suite accosting passersby? Nooooo. Is she listening to a fascinating panel or a reading? Nooooo. Is she browsing through the tables in the dealer's room? Nooooo. Is she getting lunch with friends she doesn't see often enough? Noooo.

She is home, putting on her pajamas and writing notes to markgritter on index cards, because she has no voice.

I am hoping to feel enough better to be back at the con tomorrow. But this is not any fun.

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Have been meaning to post Friday and early Saturday con report, but have been the sort of sick where watching hockey was occasionally too much effort. More tomorrow when I can. Blrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg.