July 23rd, 2003

Picocon

Last night.

Last night wasn't any fun at all.
Today scarlatti is working from home, so it was "camera night" last night.
Something went wrong in chat before I headed upstairs -- no idea what -- and for some reason the fact that she wasn't actually here was particularly, acutely, painfully distressing.
Not her fault. Nobody's fault. But I didn't get much sleep. And I don't think she will have done either.

38 days, if you're interested. I'm almost persuaded that keeping a count is a bad idea. Almost. But not quite.

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