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[auntiemeesh]

This evening was pretty much a bust. I had a little headache heading into the Sylvester McCoy panel and by the time I came out an hour later I had a raging out of control headache. Walking through the ninety degree heat back to our hotel and then standing in a crowd of people all hoping to cram onto tiny, crowded elevators finished me off. When we finally made it back to the room, I had to change into pjs, take advil and go to bed. Five hours later, I'm somewhat functional but I still have a rotten headache, too miserable to go back out and have any sort of mingling-with-people type of fun. Too bad, because the day was going well and I had high hopes of being able to make it out to the Doctor Who dinner.