took today off work in order to prep for heading off to LISA. you know, pack, clean house, run errands, pay bills, et cetera.

naturally, i have therefore browsed the web, listened to music and blogged about it, made a pot of delicious delicious tea, opened a window to let some fresh air in, chatted on IM and in IRC, and in general done fuck-all to actually get ready to get on an airplane tomorrow.

i’m not as excited about LISA this year as in most other years previous. not sure why, exactly. maybe because my friend john isn’t going (though many other friends are), maybe because it’s in san diego again and the thought of crossing the border for dinner isn’t as novel as it used to be, even if i probably will do so tomorrow anyways (hey, i don’t care if it’s only tijuana, there’s something to be said for sitting on a patio basking in the setting sun, drinking cheap cerveza in mexico. …ah, which reminds me, must pack passport).

anyways, yeah. not as excited as i used to get. possibly because i fear drama related to the Sage/LOPSA thing. possibly because last LISA ended so well for me. possibly because i’m just a fucking slacker. it’s not the program; i’m signed up for several tutorials which i think will be good, and i really like the conference chair this year. dunno.

maybe my lack of jittery fangirl joy is related to the fact that it’s just a lot less interesting to pack a suitcase than to do what i actually want to do (which is, honest and i swear to you, start packing boxes for my impending apartment move. WHICH ISN’T UNTIL APRIL. i don’t know why i feel lately like i really need to get started packing, i just do. frankly, i find it all a bit freakish. at least last time i moved, i managed to forestall packing operations until january.). also, packing involves doing laundry, which just inherently sucks.

needless to say, i think i’m going to put off the laundry and actual packing until i can put it off no longer, or roughly 2200 this evening.

i *curse* my choice of a 0917 flight out of o’hare. yes, it’ll get me to the hotel with the afternoon to blow off (probably wandering around tijuana, as mentioned — i can’t help it; it’s not that tijuana is that great (it’s sort of a dive, but on the bright side it does make me think i’m on the set of a robert rodriguez film) … it’s just that the idea that i can take the trolley (read: el) to a foreign country is strangely compelling). but, the fuck was i thinking, timing my flight so i have to leave my house at like 0700? i hate early mornings. gourmand probably won’t even be open yet. i am a moron.

in other news, i saw my physician yesterday after work, for that persistent pain in my wrist. congratulate me: i have arthritis! i have official sanction to ignore package directions and take up to four motrin at a time, up to three times a day if i am feeling frisky. laissez les bons temps roulez!