No maps for these territories

1) In which I am a bad neighbor.
Most awesome thing about living by yourself, part one of nine million? Putting together flat-pack furniture in your living room whenever you want. Like, oh, say, two in the morning. The hammering is unfortunate; but I keep telling myself that the neighbor sleeps several walls away. Besides, it was only a couple of nails. Everyone knows flat-pack furniture only really requires a screwdriver, a hex wrench and lots and lots of cursing and holding the directions upside down to see if they make any more sense that way.

2) In which I am a bad conference organizer.
Asking for two-hundred word abstracts is a bad idea. Because inevitably you will get people who give you 200 words, exactly. or 199. And guess what? 200 words is actually quite a bit of text; more, perhaps, than can be reasonably printed in a program. Argh. Damn wordy people.

3) In which I am bad at time management.
This is my bi-annual plug for What’s New, Pussycat? which has kept me from doing any proper work for the past two hours, thanks to Shauny’s romp through her six-year anniversary…

In other news, coffee late at night is fun! Fun, I tell you! Whee!