Well, GARF is over for another year, and my life is about to get much duller. 

It was fun this year, despite the apparent failure of my Personal Anti-Drahma Shield.  *shrug*  Whatever.  I'm easy going.  Doesn't mean I don't get hurt and unhappy.  I just don't make a scene about it.  There are times I'm glad I'm socially stupid; I just don't know when people are being hurtful or cruel or backstabbing a lot of the time, and I'm probably the happier for it.

I am a little glad that the season is over, however.  I was hitting socialization overload.  I'm an introvert.  Always have been.  Hanging out with large groups of people, particularly this large group, where interpersonal relationships can change at a moments notice, leading to an increased chance of inserting foot into mouth, gets stressful to me after a while.  My brain starts to shut down.  I get stupid and forgetful.  I do better in smaller groups of two to five, but even that would be a bit much right now.  I'm looking forward to a little alone time...with the PS2, perhaps.

Right now, I'm just f-ing WIPED.  Tommy and I didn't get home from La Fi until 2:30 last night, and I had to get up at 6:30 this morning to catch the bus.  It took a while to get rarin' to go this morning, but I think I've finally (at 2:30) gotten my feet under me.  Thank Goddess it's a slow day at work.

In the "real world" front, they're cutting my hours at work, so I'm going to be home a lot more for the next few months (and a lot less money).  This will either lead to a great many improvements in the house, or a nervous breakdown after having been herded into a corner by the scorpions.  (The court damn near broke me yesterday singing "Itsy Bitsy Scorpion went up the water spout")

Photos from final weekend to come, tomorrow, perhaps.  My camera is still in my pouch, which is probably under a pile of dirty garb on the living room couch.  Where I dumped it last night in my zombie-like stagger to a shower and bed.

*sigh*  So not looking forward to cleaning up from faire season.