Roos, I have things for you. They are already in my bag. See? I can remember things!
Five more things to pack. Six? Six more things to pack. May need to buy a new shampoo bar at the Toronto LUSH. Hrm.
Funny thing, this morning I looked at my itinerary for only the second time, and goggled, because it said DEPARTURE: 10:00AM, ARRIVAL: 5:30PM, and I went WHAT? SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS? for about fifteen seconds before the part of my brain that remembers things like time zones chimed in with: NO, MORON, IT'S FOUR AND A HALF. YOU GET IN ON TORONTO TIME, DUR. It waited that long to speak up because apparently it's the same part of my brain that was being used to mark down the location of the Never Wear booth in the San Diego Convention Centre's Giant Fucking Exhibition Hall on the mental map. As it's not a great mental map in the first place, generally speaking, this probably took a lot of work and it was tired.
Made it through Comic-Con without getting a new sunburn. Let's see if we can manage Dexcon burn-free, too. *crosses fingers*
Oh, who the hell am I kidding, anyway.
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