So this is the first con that's tried to straight-up kill me.

Constant rain, flash-flooding, tornadoes.... If the rain hadn't let up when it did, the con would've been stuck at the campground for another day or two.

I'd go into details, but I'm sleep deprived and grumpy so it'd just come off as bitching.

Despite all the mishaps (read: acts of a vengeful pagan god) I did manage to have fun and work enough in commissions to cover my expenses.

... But man, just glad to be home safe right now. Soon as this brewing con-crud settles down I'll start back up on art.

.....

Talk about some "Wild Nights", am I right!?!

... Sorry.