So I ended up going to MarCon last Sunday.
Have you ever gone somewhere like, say, a conference and you recognize EVERYBODY that is there?
That was me. To the point I registered for next year (only had to pay 30 dollars!)
I loved talking to Marshall. That was cool. There were these kids who just took everything over. Oh they were beligerent.
But I started to get in on the Con jokes, and I’ve decided. I need a job that allows me to go to cons and actually support myself.
It’s 1 in the morning and ash is getting tired. I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll TTYL.