Incognito

I am going to Minicon incognito today, and probably for the rest of the weekend, too: they discontinued my lotion scent, so I had to pick a new one, and now it smells like a stranger is following me around rather closely. This happens every time I am forced into a new lotion (soap, shampoo, laundry detergent, etc.), and it usually wears off within the week. But if you think it's me but it's not quite me-ish, that may be why.

Or it may be that the nightmares have continued, so I'm going into the con underslept and a little ragged around the edges. Y'know. Whichever.

In any case, between Minicon and religious and family stuffs on Sunday, I expect I won't be posting much and will be catching up on other people's posts in big chunks.

You'd think it'd be easier to ignore people who don't exist.

Dear character:

I have put you in a novel. I am putting you in a short story right now. Yes, this very minute. I recognize that you are not the main character in either. But I think that getting to do interesting things in multiple works of fiction ought to satisfy you, and I would really appreciate it if you could keep your mouth shut if you happen to have an interesting life story. Particularly if it involves astronomy. Lalala I can't hear you. I particularly cannot hear you about the astronomy. Lala. La.

Crud.

Love,
mrissa