Looks like it's finally time.
Dear Olympian gods on your funky mountain, my legs are tired. And I haven't even been to the con yet. I have, however, been running up and down two flights of stairs for the past four hours trying to pack everything and anything.
It's all good now.... I think. I know I am missing something. But it's all in that just about to be full packed stage which can't be done until one is about ready to leave so it's making me edgy.
That, and my mind is a combination of I'M GONNA SELL EVERYTHING I BE RICH to NO ONE WANTS TO BUY ANYTHING WHY AM I DOING THIS?
I need to think about something else of a while I think.