I had yet another AC-related nightmare last night. I have one of these every month or two. In this one, I spent all of Friday chucklefucking around and never even made it to the dealer's room before it closed. Lost a whole day of business. I was so disappointed. Everyone was mad at me.

These bad dreams have much less to do with dislike of any cons (at which I invariably have a blast) and more to do with the fact that I have so much anxiety about traveling and being outside my comfort zone in general. That's why I only go to the cons in my own town, and in the state right next door to me. That, and it's all the time I can get off work.

Speaking of cons, it's really unlikely that I'll make Morphicon this year, as I'll still be recovering from surgery (but since it's in my backyard, I might make a brief appearance). You'll still see me limping around and AC though. On Friday and every day. X3