Jul. 22nd, 2010

Logically, I should be exhausted. I am exhausted. It's just that the exhaust is currently buried under about four quad-mocha-venti-things, and the sort of natural high one can only achieve when in close quarters with a large group of people who geek out about the same things. It's entirely probable that when I get home I'll pass out and sleep for three days.

But no sleep right now! Too much to do, too much to see, and there's still Big Bang Theory tomorrow and Chuck and Leverage and that costume thing on Saturday, and Glee whenever that is, plus all the time I must undoubtedly spend at my children's booth and my sister's show taping, and being dragged hither and yon by aforementioned children and sister.

...I wonder how early that Starbucks across the street opens. I'm going to need another couple mochas to make it through the weekend.