Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Pain. Waiting for meds to kick in, after which I'll assess how effective they're being and look at the clock and decide whether to head downtown to catch some of my friends on their way out of Balticon or not. Looks unlikely, but not entirely out of the question. Working on the emotional side of the equation is ookier and harder to write about in a non-whiny fashion, so I'll just note it exists and go on. Did get some sleep, but not much -- had trouble falling asleep after I put my head down. Perrine kneaded my ribs to tell me to get up and feed her, but she was several inches away from the spot that needed the massage.

While breaking fast, I suddenly realized something I should have done in preparation for this weekend but hadn't thought of earlier. (A plan that has its own problems, but which nonetheless may be somewhat useful in the future. Frustrating, of course, to have it cross my mind now.)

Where's my goddamn time machine? I was supposed to bring it back to 1990 and give it to myself shortly before I died in 2059, but it hasn't shown up yet. I hope I didn't get hit by a bus in the meantime or have a heart attack before the time machine was perfected or something. Where do I write to complain to the author?

I've gotten used to associating with groups of people where more than half of them either own a PDA or occasionally interact with someone else's. Yesterday I wanted to show off a program on mine and was in a room where only one other person was already familiar with how one writes on a PDA that doesn't have a keyboard. Kind of resets my expectations a bit.