the Dalaverse

Feeling...well, 'better' isn't quite the right word, because the crud finally broke up so now I'm a sneezing, hacking mess instead of a congested mess. But I did sleep better, and more importantly: I had a dream where I was Alcide's girlfriend, and he had some kind of cut on his side, and I was cleaning it with antiseptic. Proof that a. even my subconscious is a sucker for hurt/comfort and b. I should never wake up, ever. Also I would be a way better were-girlfriend than either Sookie or Debbie.

This brings to my mind current dilemma over whether I want to take a picture with Joe Mangianello at Dragon*Con. It's one of the cheaper photo ops, acceptable to my strict budget. On the other hand, I might just throw myself at him sobbing. I am not good with famous people. When I had my copy of American Gods autographed, I don't think I said one word to Neil Gaiman other than hello, my name, and thank you. I become Ginny in the CoS movie where she comes downstairs to find Harry at breakfast, freezes, and backs away with crazy eyes like he's a rabid wolverine. On the other other hand, I would have a reasonable topic of conversation because he's a Steelers fan and I can babble about football under any circumstances. I could probably talk to the President about football. Da Bears. There, done.

I suppose we'll see. I'd also like to see if I can get an autograph for Megan, either Charlaine Harris or Nick Brendan, but I've never been to a con before and I don't really know how the whole system works. Also did I mention that whole budget thing? I've been keeping the freakouts to a minimum, but I have to get my brakes checked this weekend and I'm sure that will cause a meltdown if Bones needs work done.