sistawendy | (no subject)

I'm low on sleep. The Economist is both good and evil. Time to resort to coffee and risk killing somebody. I wonder if caffeine overdose has ever been a successful criminal defense.

I'm going down to SF for Passover with Her Nibs' mother, brother, et al. They're OK, but four days of being cooped up in a small condo yakking while a large, funky, beautiful city is right outside the window has driven and will again drive me bat guano. I'll also be missing Norwescon for this. (Yeah, I've already bitched about this at length to everybody I know near me. Tough crap.) You might think it's a small price to pay for marital harmony, but you'd be wrong.

But what might really be bad for my mental health is going to Florida to visit my mother for a week just after Passover. She's entered the Terrible 60's, and she's having cancer surgery. Come the weekend of April 13th, I'll be in dire need of debauchery. If nobody has any planned, I'll see what I can do at the Abbey.