it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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it's amazing how much mature wisdom resembles being too tired.

I am at the Fourth Street Fantasy Conversation, and therefore automatically having more fun than you are--unless you are also here.

Downstairs, they are commencing the reading of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. I have declared discretion the better part of whatever and returned to my room, because I fully plan to be in bed within an hour or two at the most.

I could stay up for the play. It would even be fun.

Except my ears haven't fully unplugged, and I'm not a very good lipreader, and I've hit the level of tired where I'm moving around in a comfortable haze of not really here. And you know, I don't need to push myself to sickness before the con even starts--especially since I need to be sharp for the writing symposium instead.

So, yeah.

I'm going to bed.

Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

--Edna St. Vincent Millay
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