Listening to: Glow - Nelly Furtado
My stomach is all in knots.
The email came this morning. I've been awake for a half hour, and I haven't opened it yet.
I want to go to comicon so so badly, and my hopes are so high up, that I'm afraid to open it, and have them crushed.
I want to go so badly.
I can't even open it.
Christ, there is something wrong with me.
Okay, I opened it. It was a maybe, with a bunch of little details that I can answer pretty easily.
Oh god it's so close I can taste it.