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I'm suffering from a very large case of blah.

I'm depressed, lethargic and can't be bothered. And I know why.

I enjoyed myself far too much in Melbourne, and now I'm back to normality and it's all feeling very much "why bother".

Oh well. I'll get over it, but I certainly wish I didn't have to.

I was considering doing a weekend trip down to Melbourne sometime next month, probably fly out from Brisbane the Friday night and fly back Sunday night. However, at the moment the cheapest would be $155 flying down and $195 coming back. So, probably not. January is booked though, so that's something to look forward to.

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missedangel
Oct. 17th, 2005 06:37 am (UTC)
ooh, ooh what's on when in January? Is it a shiny con? I want to go to a shiny con in Melbourne town, but would like to go with someone I know...not all alone.
halloranelder
Oct. 17th, 2005 11:24 am (UTC)
Arcanacon is from the 26th to the 29th of January in Melbourne. The games aren't listed on the web site yet (they're still working through the submissions) but should be up in the next week or two.

The other main one I go to is Conquest which is over the four days of Easter.

I'll be going to both.
psuedonym777
Oct. 17th, 2005 07:25 am (UTC)
Woo Hoo! We made QLD bland! *dances*
halloranelder
Oct. 17th, 2005 11:45 pm (UTC)
It always has been bland. It just took a while for me to notice.
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