Have I sufficiently stated over the past several weeks that I DON’T like this whole “multiple conventions mere weeks apart” thing?

Admittedly, half the problem was the fact that I actually had a table at Intervention, and thus needed to scramble to get all the supplies for said table. Between that, the all-nighters to finish last week’s Otakon comics, and the exhaustion of Otakon itself, I got on the bus to DC two steps away from death.

AND THERE’S STILL ONE MORE CONVENTION TO GO!!!

(Historical Notes: Yeah, I foolishly thought that getting out of DC meant I’d be DONE taking buses to cons, but since this one was too small to attract anyone I knew who wasn’t already living in DC, it was back to mass transit again.  This would have… fateful repercussions.)