bubosquared | (no subject)

So, yes, I'm home. And yes, I just got home. And yes, it's quarter past midnight and in four hours and fifteen minutes, I will have been awake for foury-eight hours, more or less straight. And I have the cold from hell. And I spent eight hours at Stansted because I missed my flight. (There's a bit more to it than that, including battles with phone numbers and me breaking down and crying on the phone to my Dad -- which I normally never would do; I don't panic, I take charge, but dude, thirty-two wakeing hours and a huge cold take their toll, y'know? -- but that's the basics.)

However! All that misery does not take away the yoj that is mini!SwanCon: London! Sae! Squeee! Slash and slashdom conversations at Starbucks! Gay porn store! Slimelight! Boys in drag! Boys holding hands! Boys in drag holding hands! Wheeeee!

MOre detailed con report to follow tomorrow. It's not like I'll be able to make it to work anyway.

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Eight hours at Stansted? ACK! And I thought I was hard-done-by when the *&$Eight hours at Stansted? ACK! And I thought I was hard-done-by when the *&$£ing tube was twenty minutes late, which meant I had to spend an hour freezing to death and spending far too much money in the WH Smith at Victoria before the next train came. Mimph.