Not the gin fairy's fault...

I am at home, pink-eyed and wire-brained. Doubtlessly some people who gave me gin last night will raise an eyebrow, but no, it's nothing to do with that.
Since before Newcon, I have been suffering from lack of sleep. Many people in Northampton this weekend were witness to me looking a tad pale and grey-eyed, and threatening to keel over at any given moment. I even had to nick a couple of Lydia's lucozade tablets - that's desperation! Sugar!
Now, this may have been due in part to certain people ringing me up in the middle of the night, and then therewas little opportunity for sleep at the con, but I think theremust be something wrong with me. I seem to have acquired a sore throat too. Now I'm sounding like Jack Dee - moan, moan, moan, moan, moan...
I'm not doing a very good job of catching upwith sleep today either. Guilt, worry, parcels being delivered... that's my Shakespeare stuff arriving. Maybe I'm stressing about tonight as I start uni.

Anyway, the con was great, and if I paid for it with my health, then never mind, I'll just have to be ill.
And how many months have I been travelling to Northampton? And I've only just discovered the Guild Hall was designed by Godwin! Ellen Terry continues to haunt me...
That building is beautiful, and I miss it's colourful decor already. Not even the frogs on the stairs in my house can compensate.
I travelled down on Friday with Gabby and Lydia. I was scarce settled in my hotel room when it was time to head off to the Aroma with Ian Watson, and the GOHs, as well as Mr.Whates and Andy from the snappily abbreviated NSFWG. We met sirboodle there - huzzah! The placewas like a cattle market, and the veggie option food was a bit bland, but never mind. Off to the pub! It absolutely peeed it down, and a certain crazy californian housemate of mine got drownded.
Saturday whizzed by in a blur. I went on a hunt for kazzoos,and got whistles for one of the panels, which was cancelled in the end on Sunday. I spent a fortune on designer sandwiches. What was Irish about them, Idon't know. The panels I went to were great - I especially enjoyed Liz William's interview, and was grateful to Cardinal Cox for rescuing me. I think I'd have been okay, but I was knackered and nervous, not my most alert.I also enjoyed the jester's show. My knees are still skinned though from when my crazy housemate dragged me across the floor to take partin some sword fighting. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the crowd. The object of my protest was therefore defeated, but I sat back down anyway.
Saturday night we had an Indian before the ceilidh, which was well funny.I'm sure Mr. Whates has taken some most unflattering piccies.
Sunday, I missed a couple of panels trying to find my brother, who came to town for about ten minutes. Shame - it was almost very nearly his first con!
The bed of nails show was very funny - I still can't believe the jester willingly gave Gabby a mallet to hit him with - this was after Gabby had stood on him as well! Brave man.
My train info off the Internet was, almost predictably, incorrect, so we got to spend a bit longer in Northampton talking to strange people. The meal at Oriental Fusion was good though.
If this entry makes little sense, it is because I still haven't recovered

student... student!

Well, I was late tonight, but atleast Ifeel like I know the building well now.All of it.
Weird... my tutorial group is huge, butI'm one of the youngsters. Not what I was expecting.
The librarian took us through the database options available. I'm very impressed - the last time I was a student, the Internet was just a few bulletin boards and a good idea.
I think I made very good points in the tutorial, and my head is swelling. This is possibly why I now appear to be hallucinating. It kind of reminds me of being in a David Lynch film with the keyboard going WOWMWOWM WOWM, and spiders crawling out of the kitchen work surface. Heeeeelp!