So FedCon day one is over. Short night is over. Am in line for a GOLD ticket for next year already. We’d like it more at the front row, hihi 
And next year, I’ll celebrate my birthday here in Düsseldorf!
All is going nice, some anxiety/irritations/short bursts of anger due to many, many people being there. But I think I am doing OK…
Hope you are OK as well! All the best from Germany, luv LW
I am quite happy that tomorrow, FedCon will begin. Looking forward to it a lot. But my anxiety is also on the rise. Knowing how many, many, MANY people will be there… Why can’t I only enjoy the experience of being able to go there? Feel the excitement and happiness like so many others now surely already feel?
The green monster of jealousy is present. Hating the sweaty hands, just by the thought of so many people surrounding me. My heart starts to gear up a notch when thinking of all those queues, especially with the “wrong” peeps around me…
Anxiety is holding me back from packing my suitcase now. Fear is slowly taking over. Even the idea of just staying home dooms in the back of my head.
And as ever, I won’t allow myself to give in. I know I will have fun as well. I know I will like seeing some convention friends again. So I am going to overcome and start packing… *yikes*
Just another day. Last night shift. Slept about 15 hours in the last 3 “nights”, so I am sure to go to bed with a sleeping pill this morning… I really need some deep, restful, sleep. I feel dead tired and I have to go on. When GF and I are at FedCon, it will be hard enough to get some decent sleep as well. Monday morning early shift at work and I’m probably chef again… Zombie chef that will be me! Haha…
Continue reading ‘Dark clouds, short nights… day #89′
And here I am again. Back at work, ready for the second night. Feeling tired already as I slept less than 6 hours… And I slept badly. Restless. Two toilet visits. So well, feeling tired now and I haven’t even started working yet.
But fortunately it’s not stressful busy and I can take it easy. The first hour and a half are done already, just five and a half to go before I can head home again.
When I got home this morning, BF was in a hurry so I walked with the little brown girl. There was a nice sunrise, but it was chilly, only 5 degrees Celsius. But I made some nice pictures.
Continue reading ‘Two to go, day #88′
OK so I just started my first night shift. The first of only three this week. Yes, after three nights it will be weekend for me. FedCon here we come! Four days of meeting special people, buying their signatures, buying photo tickets, standing and waiting in many queues (which is never too easy for me, luckily GF can handle it better now we understand me a bit better). Parties in the evening, short nights of sleep and on Monday…back to work at 5:30! Pfew! Will be hard but also worth it.
But first, this night. My best working pal of the night shift quit so… It is less fun as it used to be. But it is an easy night (hopefully) and I hope to be in bed a bit after six. Am feeling tired already. Woke up this morning at 10:15 so when I finally can go to bed, I’ve been up and “running” for 20 hours. So I hope I’ll be able to sleep well the next three days. I know I can use it at FedCon!
Short, shorter, shortest.
Me equals dead tired, so me needs my bed. Wish to write more in the next blog as I work in the night shift then and I will have time to write during my breaks.
Good night all, with luv, LW 
Hello lovely possums!
I hope you all have enjoyed GF’s second guest post as much as I did. I really felt miserably tired and was quite happy when GF reluctantly agreed to guest write once more. And in the end, I think she might even liked to do it. There is so much love and joy within that post… You can’t “just” write that without “feeling” it… In my humble opinion that is…
But she is right. The last couple of days, weeks almost, I haven’t been sleeping well. I have been feeling depressed, not really connected to the here and now. Dwelling on the stupid ideas my mind throws at me. I still think a post I wrote a while ago (Leave me alone…in your arms please) sums my depression up nicely. The way I feel, the way I am affected by it all…
Continue reading ‘Another year has gone by, day #85′
