sleepyPart of me wonders if this isn't the suck-ass new cable modem we got when the last one got devoured by the lightning strike. It's slow as everloving fuck right now, and I know it's not my end, because all my other MOOs are working fine. It's 12 AM. I think I should probably go to bed, but I'm not all that tired yet. Perhaps packing is in order, so I can come back to the room, pick up my bags, and head out after the directors' meeting tomorrow.
I asked a bellhop today how much one should tip. He said, he looks at it as whatever you can afford, but that he thought it was very thoughtful of me to ask. I wish I knew how it all worked, but I don't know what order things happen in. Do I pull my car up, then get the bellhop, then check out? Do I check out, then get the bellhop? I think I'll just bloody carry my own bags. I'm a big girl. It'll only be two trips, even with all the convention loot.
12:54 AM: Am now packed, about 99% of the way. Cable modem seems to be varying its bandwidth between tiny and 0, and Angel called to say he was going to bed. So I think I will follow him, curl up with my Grumpy Bear in my bed full of rained-down sparkles from my dress tonight, and wake up bright and early to go to the directors' meeting and Take Notes. I have to e-mail Andy and Mandy about what's going on. So goodnight, O Best Beloved, and sweet dreams be yours.
