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Bah. I have got the con blues bad, baby. No appetite, no desire to be here, and a distinct urge to go out to some non-existent bar where all my friends and industry-types are hanging out. I don't really want to drink there, mind you, I just want to bask in the conversation. I hate this numb emotional state, and I keep wanting to find someone online just so that I can convince myself my world didn't just vanish. I know, it's dumb and melodramatic. Your point?

Oh, and I had a great con. Still looking over swag as I try to make up lost time on work. I enjoyed the hell out of myself, and I made a lot of progress on work things, too. Even working the booth was a great time. :)

Damn. C'mon, somebody distract me, please? I'll even take interview questions. :)