gerisullivan | Owning up to it

Years ago, I happily wore one of the FOMS ribbons

tammylc was handing out. When in convention mode, my fear of missing something clearly contributes to my tendency to skip sleeping in favor of, well, just about anything. Yes, I know about the 5-2-1 rule. My own application of it is supplemented by

carnyjack's,

drwhuh's,

kaffyr's, and my long-held truth: Food is Sleep. (Sleep is not food, but food is sleep.)

Today I acknowledge that it's not just conventions. FOMS is one of my core traits; it's who I am.

And that's why I'm up and ready to head to the Metro at such an unlikely hour. The hotel I'm meeting

debgeisler,

benveniste, and

smofbabe across the street from the Library of Congress Manuscript Reading Room. I can easily spend another 60-90 minutes reading letters sent to Ephraim George Squier 150 years ago before I join them for the day's main event, the Rally to Restore Sanity (and/or Fear).

I'm so there. Luckily, it's in person rather than watching it live on the intertubes starting at noon.

The schedule.