So, um... I'm alive. Kinda.
Took my week off and most of one of my paychecks and went to Otakon. Except for the 22 hours each way in the car (all of which I drove), it was pretty awesome. Met up with tehlobster and aerodactylus, spent most of my money on gifts for other people, slept way too little, stood in way too many lines, ate terribly, and enjoyed myself immensely.
I get to go back to work tomorrow. Yippee. My 23rd birthday is in a week.
My new medication is making my lips and nose so chapped that they're cracking, no matter how much aquaphor I apply, and my skin is so sensitive to sunlight that my left arm is burnt from driving back. I had to wear a sweater in the car but it occurred to me too late to save my arm. This had better be freaking worth it.
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