Old fandoms never die, they just keep you up at night

I got very little sleep this week. Part of the reason was work stress, but let's be honest, most of it was my own fault and due to the following factors:

1) The new Lynn Flewelling Nightrunner book - I haven't thought about Seregil and Alec in years. So I decided to reread the previous trilogy before reading the new one, and wound up unable to put the books down until I passed out on top of them. By the time I finally finished the new one (9 years I waited for that thing!) I was in a dazy haze of fannish bliss (is there still fanfic around for this?)

2) No sooner had I finished the books than I realized it was Thursday. I was all wobbly from tiredness after staying up until all hours for the last two or three nights reading. It's a high-stress work week. I needed sleep.

But!

It was Thursday, and it occurred to me that there might well be a midnight showing of the new X-Files movie, for which I have also been waiting a long time (between 6 and 10 years, depending on how you measure it). Sure enough, there was. A quick word to chelseafrew and voila, we had tickets.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Got home at 2:30. So wound up with Mulder/Scully squee that I couldn't sleep. Had to get up early for a meeting at work. Spent the day actually physically dizzy with exhaustion.

Having a fannish renaissance is exhausting. And I haven't even dived back into the fic yet. The last time I fell for the X-Files, I stayed up until 5 am every night until I'd read the entire Gossamer archive. Boy, I miss being 19.

Excuse me, I'm going back to bed. (That's where my books are.)

Old fandoms never die, they just keep you up at night

I got very little sleep this week. Part of the reason was work stress, but let's be honest, most of it was my own fault and due to the following factors:

1) The new Lynn Flewelling Nightrunner book - I haven't thought about Seregil and Alec in years. So I decided to reread the previous trilogy before reading the new one, and wound up unable to put the books down until I passed out on top of them. By the time I finally finished the new one (9 years I waited for that thing!) I was in a dazy haze of fannish bliss (is there still fanfic around for this?)

2) No sooner had I finished the books than I realized it was Thursday. I was all wobbly from tiredness after staying up until all hours for the last two or three nights reading. It's a high-stress work week. I needed sleep.

But!

It was Thursday, and it occurred to me that there might well be a midnight showing of the new X-Files movie, for which I have also been waiting a long time (between 6 and 10 years, depending on how you measure it). Sure enough, there was. A quick word to chelseafrew and voila, we had tickets.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Got home at 2:30. So wound up with Mulder/Scully squee that I couldn't sleep. Had to get up early for a meeting at work. Spent the day actually physically dizzy with exhaustion.

Having a fannish renaissance is exhausting. And I haven't even dived back into the fic yet. The last time I fell for the X-Files, I stayed up until 5 am every night until I'd read the entire Gossamer archive. Boy, I miss being 19.

Excuse me, I'm going back to bed. (That's where my books are.)