![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Sep. 6th, 2004
Dragon*Con, Day the Fourth
Sep. 6th, 2004 09:36 pmI'm not sure I can present this whole weekend in an orderly fashion, but I shall essay a recap.
First, tis time for a Bad Gothic Poem, thanks to Voltaire and his book:
Wretched is the core of my existence.
Unhappily I walk through the strange reality
Until childhood fears shred me of my turmoil.
Demons, demons, demons.
Thou art my annihilation.
First, Day the Fourth:
The Dragon Ladies of the Pink Palace (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reannon, ariedana, and kellinator and myself) awoke to a maid attempting to lay seige to our room. This set off a chain reaction of alertness as we remembered we all had places to be and parking to pay. We peeled ourselves out of bed (each day seemed to get a little harder, in a way) and gathered our wordly possessions. ariedana had to head home with libidoergosum, so we said our farewells.
( And the rest of it )
First, tis time for a Bad Gothic Poem, thanks to Voltaire and his book:
Unhappily I walk through the strange reality
Until childhood fears shred me of my turmoil.
Demons, demons, demons.
Thou art my annihilation.
First, Day the Fourth:
The Dragon Ladies of the Pink Palace (
reannon, ariedana, and kellinator and myself) awoke to a maid attempting to lay seige to our room. This set off a chain reaction of alertness as we remembered we all had places to be and parking to pay. We peeled ourselves out of bed (each day seemed to get a little harder, in a way) and gathered our wordly possessions. ariedana had to head home with libidoergosum, so we said our farewells.( And the rest of it )
