Leaving.
In the morning. Off to Vegas we go! Worlds, oh my...came so fast, really. So far, there are NO state/world/national records in my weight class. So, competition will be nice. Despite the nightmares, I feel that I'll do alright. How well I do, we'll just have to see. Random worker men and women from Father Hephaestus's and Uncle Odin's work place have been coming up to me, and their spawn, wishing me well and inquiring about videos to be taken. People I don't even know have come up to me, congratulating, and giving luck. Interestingly kind. Anyway, I must feed and pretend that I'm packing and doing the million things I've listed that I'm supposedly going to do.