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 Day Two.

I don't have a lot of hope for this streak, what with being about to vanish into a convention and not emerge until Sunday night.  But who knows, I might surprise myself.  I don't actually understand why I'm so anxious right now that my hands are shaking, but I'm hoping that I'll at least manage to put on a good face and do a good job.  There were a lot of things I should have done before now, but regret isn't actually going to get any of them done.

i cried a little in the shower this morning, realizing that Light would have to bring me my shower stool, after having had many dilemmas about what to pack.   I still can't wear anything much longer than knee length, it gets stuck on the all the various velcro straps.  I can't shower standing up.    I'm trying for a stiff upper lip, but today (like many other days) it's totally quivering.  

Let's rock this,  Omnia.   Let's put the fierce playlist on and chairdance until your ride shows.

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So, the person whose poly squee I think is probably even more adorable than pictures of kittens on the internet told me that my poly squee posts are adorable.  It's amazing on a bunch of different levels.  And today I got good hugs, sliced my fingertip open (Kilt told me that if I had ever been fingerprinted, when this heals, I will probably need to be refingerprinted, to which my thought was neat!) and accidentally walked 1.99 miles.  (according to my fitbit, the one mile mark is about whether my foot starts to throb).  so now I'm face down on a hotel bed, contemplating how to get out of this second wind space I accidentally got into.