DragonKHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
So, this is it. Zero hour. Mere hours before my sister and I embark on to four days of nerdly discovery and highly alcoholic delights. A very special time of year where three strips of tape is all one needs to keep them warm. Where Stormtroopers and Starfleet officers can meet and greet each other in peaceful harmony. The only place on Earth where Marvin the Martian can walk around freely telling Earth women to prepare for their probings. Yes, it is almost time for DragonCon weekend, and my black ass is going to be THERE the whole time. If for some reason you're sick of all those breasts and wings and craving yourself some dark meat, I will be around if I'm not whoring myself to DragonCon security sitting those doors like a pro. Call a brotha if you got it, get a number if you don't. Otherwise for the rest of you not in attendance, I will be highly unavailable for the next four days and possibly longer, as my job will reward my time off by shoving the rest of my hours in the days I'm present next week and I still have a few other obligations to fill out.
I'm pretty sure something else important and/or entertaining was gonna go here, but I am too fucking thrilled with the outcome of my birthday plus this convention and future events to have time to bother my brain matter with anything silly like thinking.