too cold

I don’t know why I’m writing; I’m barely coherent after the MSG popped my Fry’s cherry. It is truly Geek Mecca. And it is wonderful. And scary. And big. And has a Wild West theme. And I really don’t know what happened to me there, except that after two and a half hours I managed to walk out with a book on Unix and a copy of Black & White and the last vestiges of my sanity. And this after taking Zen to the vet after four hours of sleep, when everything is surreal but particularly the noises cats make when they are Especially Displeased With Their Humans, and specifically the dirty look I received when it was all over, as if I were the boyfriend who responded to the “does my ass look fat in these jeans” question...