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This weekend was Norwescon (which is why there was no poetry - there will be extra tomorrow). It was, as always, a lot of fun and I really enjoyed seeing friends and hanging out with geeks and talking about nerdy things with people.

And then I got home. Tonight, I changed into my pajamas and was about to get into bed when I remembered that my Frankenstein's monster doll was still packed away. (He always goes on trips with me.) So I went to let him out of my backpack and discovered that I had left him in the hotel room.

I'm going to call the hotel tomorrow, in hopes that they found him and put him in a lost and found somewhere. Maybe they'll mail him to me. And, okay, I know that I could make another one - I have one in the dolls-for-sale box as we speak - but he's the first monster doll I made. His head's on crooked and I hadn't worked out that I shouldn't stuff the arms yet so the stuffing shows through and he's generally worn from adventures and cuddles and he's mine. A replacement would not be the same.

I may have teared up a little when I found out he wasn't here. Maybe. A little.

Fortunately, I have various other monsters to comfort me tonight. I hope that I can get Frankie back.