I'm going to the Melbourne blogmeet. Sounds like a fun night out and an amusing way to meet new and similarly geeky interesting people. Have already received wonderful welcome from some. Am slightly afraid I will be my usual caustic, flippant, random self, and be ostracised. This is an ongoing concern of mine.

Ah well.

There is bad sleep feng shui going on in the main bedroom here. The Male's been complaining of getting no to little sleep for the past week or so. So, last night, we swapped sides of the bed - never mind that the last time we swapped sides, he headbutted me in the nose in the middle of the night - so I could keep reading with the light on, which would encourage him to keep his eyes closed. (Oh, the hardship, having to keep reading. I'm plodding my way through the 10th Jordan, hoping something significant is going to happen soon. Like, before the book ends, please?) Anyway, he slept quite well. I, on the other hand, was left staring at the ceiling, yawning furiously, but unable to sleep.

When I did sleep, I had weird worry-dreams about a fanfic project I'm running. The rough gist, as I remember, was that a bunch of (I think) nuns had signed up for it, but the website they gave didn't quite fit the criteria. Or rather, it might have, but it was all too confusing. I didn't want to question them about it, because I was worried they'd curse me and I'd go to hell.

Like that's not going to happen anyway.