So tired. So very tired. Too tired.

Must. Find…Ah. Here we are.

Shatner and Nimoy! Draco! Buffy and Angel! SG! Doctor Who! Twilight and True Blood! Firefly!

Ahh, rejuvenation. The exuberance of—not youth—diehard fandom. Inhaling the scent of fanaticism sends shivers throughout my atrophied system. Potential rears its beautiful head once again. But I still need more.

There! Anime girls! Hogwarts students! Trekkies! Dragonriders! Hobbits and bards and warriors and jedi!

How I ever could have felt lethargic  is beyond me. Oh! Another burst from the WoT bunch over there. I feel light as air now, just rolling through Dragon*Con as blithely as a lark. Ouch! Too much from those steampunkers. Whoa, easy, not too fast now.

Calm down, old man; take it easy. Don’t burn out all at once. There’s more than enough time left; plenty of excited vibes to leech off come my next wind-down.

Ah, it’s good to be young again.