Looks like there’s still an outside
I just got back from a late-night run to the pizza joint. It was the first time I'd left the apartment in about fifty and a half hours. I got home from ECCC around 8PM on Sunday, and spent all of the intervening time either naked or in a bathrobe, in bed or lying in the living room. With the blinds and curtains closed, even when I wasn't playing a video game. I just wanted to minimize my inputs as much as possible after four days of being in the middle of the third largest comic convention in the US.
I have no idea how well I did at the con. I don't think I made my table back. But I sold about 30-40 copies of Rita 1 to new fans thanks to me dropping the price. I ended up having a friend volunteer to be a Stunt Peggy for half the con, which left me free to spend some time wandering around the con and thinking about how to upgrade the booth I share with a few people for next year - right now we're just acting like a chunk of Artist Alley moved to the main floor area, next year I want to have some larger signage for the group and coordinated tablecloths, so as to hopefully look more professional and important than we actually are at the moment. I'm hoping to create a somewhat quiet visual space in the middle of the con, where every surface is screaming for your attention.
Anyway. I am once again naked. And I am going to bed. I will have to leave the apartment tomorrow for breakfast purposes, as well as getting something for dinner. So I guess the worst of the post-con hermitage is over. I have no idea if I'm going to try to make myself do anything useful tomorrow, though. I won't complain if I don't.
I should probably at least schedule some pole dance classes this week though.
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