I always know when I’m really anxious/nervous about something when I start destroying my fingernails like crazy.

FIFTEEN DAYS UNTIL CON-G PEOPLE!!

I had thought I was being pretty good about Con-G this year. I’m totally excited for it, and I’ve been working hard at being as calm as possible about all the last minute work we’ve all been doing.

I’m also, apparently, really freaked out.
My fingernails are so short it’s starting to hurt when I pick up objects.

Sitting down to think about it, I can come up with all sorts of reasons that I’d worry this much about Con-G. But none of them are things I’ve been consciously thinking about.
Thanks a lot, subconscious. Now my hands hurt because of you.
What’s the point of carefully developing a huge healthy Ego for 28 years if it can’t shield me from an overactive Id?

It’s getting harder to sit still at work. Con-G hovers in the back of my mind (even though I still dream about being a dinosaur researcher – that’s a scientist that is a dinosaur, not a scientist who studies dinosaurs – instead of conventions).

Con-G is awesome, fun, and scary as hell.

FIFTEEN DAYS!!!

Ack ack ack!