I just got back from a conference. It was completely useless, and was mainly a forum for politicians to say how well they were doing. Whenever we would make a suggestion, some woman would stand up and explain that 'that's not within their policy'. In short, *sigh*.

On the other hand, I spent Wednesday night getting snackered with a bunch of Newfs. We I told dirty jokes. One of the gentlemen had a Vince Vaughn type feel to him, and the other was a stereotypical Newf, with poor articulation, but excellent vocabulary, little teeth, a taste for alcohol, and a constantly winking eye. We got home at 11:30, but we were henceforth known by all other con-goers as the group who stayed up 'all night'.

MW and I went to the Zoo yesterday. All the good exibits were closed - the otter, the goats, and the deer. You can usually feed the latter two, but I guess we have to wait a few weeks for that.

So, next week will be... challenging. I have three major events next week, and I'm co-ordinating all of them. I'm hoping to just get through them alive, frankly. I'm typically not a stressful person, but just thinking about it tightens my shoulder muscles. I hope to post again before the end of the week. If I don't, send out a rescue team.