Soooo... two days before the PS party (or four days after CaliFur, however you figger) I went in to the hospital to get my two hernials sewn back into place. So now here I sit (mostly here I lie) around the Prancing Skiltaire, severely doped up and moving very, very slowly. My dreams have been... interesting. That's one mother of a narcotic pain killer they've got me on. At this point, the pain has mostly gone away... so long as I sit, lie, or stand very still. The instant I try to move from one of those positions to another... owie.