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So, last night was interesting. I left early for Booga class, got on the wrong bus and got off at the wrong stop. I spent the next HOUR wandering around in the rain finding everyone and everywhere except where it was I needed to be. I finally arrived, soaking wet and spent the class wrapped in a blanket while my pants dried on the space heater. Those of you who were there can imagine how ammused I was by the exersize itself.

Getting there late was especially frustrating because I was hoping to talk to the lovely Winncatt for a few minutes before class. Oh, well. Maybe some other time.

The really good news is that I'm over the crud I came down with just before PCon. I can breathe!!! Nener!