Well, here I am, back home after a weekend at Vcon.

Feels odd to be back. There is always some post-convention sadness. I liken it to the day after Christmas. Christmas is great, but afterwards you are always a little sad that now it’s all over again for another year.

I feel the same about conventions. I would never in a million decades say that it was not worth it. I had a lot of fun over the weekend, despite my mood occasionally not cooperating.

But there is always that sad little transition period when you realize you have to go back to normal life after spending three precious days in a world full of fellow nerds.

Luckily, I am enough of a routine-liking person that there is also the compensation of going back to a life where things are predictable and knowable rather than improvising every day.

I don’t have Aspergers, and there are definitely limits to how monotonous things can get before I become bored. But I do take a lot of comfort from a certain level of predictability so I can get emotionally prepared for whatever comes nest and do not have to deal with sudden change.

I don’t handle “sudden” and “surprise” very well. I will tell you the story about the brand new bicycle that I got for my birthday some time.

Of course, this being the day after the convention, I spent most of the day asleep. Conventions always wipe me out, and I am not alone in this. And this time, it was not for lack of sleep. I slept fine both nights in the hotel room, although one night it took a long time to nod off. But I got the right quantity of sleep.

Nevertheless, I have been just plain drained for all of today. Except for meals, I slept the whole day and did not really catch up with sleep enough to actually be functional until around 7:30 PM.

Then I got up and went next door to do some shopping and pick up prescriptions. Yay me! I didn’t feel like doing it but it needed doing and I wanted to prove to myself that I am perfectly capable of choosing to go out in the world by myself and get things done without any of La Gange along to help, even with drives.

And it went fine. In my addlepated state, I had some time figuring out what I wanted to buy during the shopping portion of the mission, but otherwise all went smoothly.

I even found my Optimum card, which had gone missing. Previously, I searched my wallet over and over for the damn thing. But this time, abracadabra, there it was. Isn’t that always the way?

And of course, my body complained under the strain of actually freaking doing things. My lifestyle has been so sedentary that even just going next door to shop is like a sudden arctic marathon to it.

And that has gotten SO FUCKING OLD to me now.

So when I can, while I can, I will resist it. In fact, resistance is going to be my middle name for now. I will take all the rage I have deep down and focus it into the iron will needed to smash all my barriers and finally give myself room to grow as a person.

What else. Oh, Amos feels ill after coming back from Vcon and that has me feeling paranoid about Con Crud.

If you are not familiar with the term, Con Crud is the generic name for the kinds of illnesses that arise from the very nature of a convention, namely that it brings people from all over the world together to exchange views, perspectives, and disease vectors. Bacterial strains that otherwise never would have found a nice tight concentration of people without antibodies for them can now proliferate and frolic at will.

I am sure that immunologists are taught to look for conferences, conventions, and other coordinated confluences on their first day of germ hunter school.

I wonder what THEIR conferences are like? Probably bathed in Purel.

Anyhow, it is prudent to be extra vigilant after such an event. Currently, I have a mildly scratchy throat, a headache, and a general “icky” feeling, but those could all be from sleeping all day.

Plus, I am really freaking hungry today. I have been pretty hungry lately period. I don’t know why. It could be a blood sugar thing, it could be that my metabolism is speeding up, I don’t know.

Or it could be that my success in developing my will and desire and confidence has simply led my body to be more confident that if it tells me it is hungry, I will go do something about it, instead of just stonily ignoring it until the next Proper Meal Time comes along.

One thing I can clearly see myself spending some of my future increased income on is snax. Just little things I can eat between meals in order to stifle the cravings and keep my blood sugar in the “happy” zone.

Oh, before I forget, I did do a video today. Technically.

That is probably the most minimal video I have ever done, but even that felt like it took a downright Herculean effort in a day like this. Just two minutes of me talking without even a video to capture the eye.

Oh well, I am just glad I got SOMETHING out there. Considering the amount I slept today, I was not even sure I would get to do a blog entry. I might have slept the whole damned day.

It should be noted, however, that when I am done here, I am going right back to sleep.

I swear, I will catch up on sleep soon and then I will be able to go back to being merely indolent, self-indulgent, and addicted to napping.

So you know… same old same old. Back to the old incredibly gentle grind.

Seeya tomorrow folks!