I never could get the hang

I see that a bunch of folks on my friends list are going to cons this weekend. Hey, so am I. We're going to UFC, where we shall drool over Lani Tupu, Gigi Edgley, and Anthony Simcoe (and try to avoid the guy who plays Dr. Phlox). Wahoo. I have to pack tonight, else there will be unpleasantness. I'm going directly there from work tomorrow; it'll be a one-and-a-half-hour drive if I'm lucky, two or more hours if not. (Note to self: get extra sleep tonight.)

( This week's Smallville episode )

Also, ( a very small Buffy observation. )

And in other news, Nia Vardalos (writer and star of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding") hosts Saturday Night Live this weekend. Yay!

I suck

I should be packing right now, but instead I'm surfing and pretending not to watch ER and taking online quizzes.

( Like this one. )

I did *start* packing. Well, I cleared out my suitcase from my last trip *g* and pulled a bunch of stuff out of drawers. That counts as starting. :)

Normally I like to dress to get attention at cons. But this time around I think I might just not bother. I'm severely lacking in energy. I might just spend the weekend wearing fannish t-shirts. There's always Sith Lords Kick Ass and my other Sith Academy shirts, plus the Farscape shirt that I'll wear when we go down the autograph line, and a few others.

I think I'll bring at least one slinky dress, though, for the banquet. And maybe also wear it to karaoke. My breasts are totally swollen from PMS, and they hurt like hell, so I might as well make the most of their temporarily enlarged size, right? Maybe Lani Tupu will be so taken by my breasts that he'll abandon his family and career to come live naked in my bedroom and service my every whim. Hey, it could happen.

OK, enough goofing off. Gotta go pack now, for real.