Man, so much went on. I don’t know where to start. No, seriously. A lot of things happened. Both great and wonderful to some what the flying fuck moments. I think I’ll start out on Thursday like I always do. Bear in mind, there are just some moments you’ll laugh at the awkwardness of what I type out. One thing I’ll point out is that I’ve been having 1-3 days worth of trouble sleeping. I suddenly get struck with a case of severe insomnia. I didn’t know where it came from. Nothing I did spark it nor did anyone else trigger it. This is my first time being self-aware of this sort of predicament. So naturally I didn’t know how to make it go away. I was confused and lost about it. So I did what I do normally: Ignore it. So those who saw me look like the walking dead: Thank you for being patient with my sleepy hooker ass. C:

Thursday: Well Thursday marked almost the third day and my body was not going to take that sort of shit from my brain’s antics. I got in the car around eight-ish to head from Greenville, South Carolina (Staying at Kasi’s house) to Atlanta, Georgia. I tried sleeping in there and it just horribly failed. So I looked like a walking zombie throughout the Westin when we arrived. I found some of my friends, but was just not at all in my head. The brain went on vacation while the body was just wandering about in search of a spot to just flop down on. My legs were sore, but the body just won’t sleep.

I finally found Dagger Leonelli (Friend back in Florida that I missed so much), she and I went on to go get some nachos from Hard Rock Café. It makes me overjoyed that there are some workers there who were very concerned over my diet when I mentioned that I can’t have jalapenos in my food (Being that it’ll kill me. Not as an allergy, but my GI track being violent). We sat down with other artists in the lobby area, I got to enjoy looking through the Journey art book and just talking away. So after a while of walking around and just hunting about for my friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, I went up to the room to shower and just blog about on things. That’s when sleep finally hit me around 9:30. Excitedly (as I could be) I went to the bed and laid down. I was out like a light.

Friday: I woke up early before Alty’s alarm clock went off. I showered, gathered my gear and went down to the Alley to start working. This year, I was only hoping to hit $200 at least. If I hit that, I could pay off some things and have extra for food. Just enough to relax. I hit that in under 2 ½ hours. TWO AND A HALF HOURS. I was surprised. From there, I was mostly sketching out a badge for myself since I didn’t really print out my badge that I made. So most of my time in the Alley was collecting commissions and just mingling with the con-goers. I was in a great mood, believe me. Sleep after a few days of insomnia? It leaves a person feeling good, I tell you that! After 2:45 hit, I just packed up and got out, letting Gunmouth take over my seat. I went to visit my friends in the dealer’s den and see penty of old friends that I missed so much and got to hug again. It was all around fun for me. I made some new friends, reconnect with some old ones and even talk to a few I wanted to, but never had the courage to.

Most things were a blur. I came back down to the Alley later at night to see who’s around later in the night. Shockingly enough, it was damn near empty. It surprised me since it would be a great place for many people to go and work in while the dealer’s room is shut down for the day. But no. Instead, I went back to my room and worked for the night, calling commissioners up to check on their badges being made and letting them be. I hate to say this, but there are just too many black-furred badges. I have to restock on dark gray pencils soon! I’m not complaining, though. I had the most fun drawing them.

Saturday: I got up in the morning again and skipped breakfast to head on down to the Alley. I decided to raise the cap by another hundred. If I didn’t hit it, it’s okay. But I was not going to stay too terribly long in the Alley since Alty brought me there solely for fun, not for work. But I wanted to make some money, so I decided to and also have a few hours of just talking to customers. But surprise surprise, many people wanted badges. In the end, I collected around far more than enough. I closed down and just headed up to my room. Turns out Alty’s mom came over to the con. Al they invited me for something to eat around 3 and I rushed up to my room to finish a few badges that were due before 5PM. A few friends would come up, hang out as I work (And customers, too!). We had a few great laughs, finished things and went down to the alley to laminate so everyone is on their merry way. From there, Savage Shark and I went off to get something to eat at the Metro Café (Ate there a lot, don’t judge me.).

I went up to the room to work a little more before Sean decided to call me and get me to come down to the Alley to work and hang. So, I went to the elevator. Bear in mind, I’m on the 34th floor at the Westin. I’m standing there with a small family, two fursuiters and someone. Then suddenly a con-goer appears in a drunken stupor. Under his arm is an EMERGENCY EXIT SIGN. One of his friends asks, then starts dying of laughter. He tried to hand it off to one of us (We all refused immediately), he runs off and LITERALLY RIPS OFF ANOTHER ONE to walk back over with it under his arm. Now this made me extremely uncomfortable. This person is destroying the hotel and his friend was just laughing.

I’m sorry, but you’re endangering other people by removing exit signs that denote where to go. People are not smart and won’t stop to look around to put two and two together. So it was a stupid fuckin move. Plus, I really don’t want the hotel to ban us just for one person’s blunder. Anyways, I needed to get away because I don’t do well around those who are completely shitfaced. I start to panic. So I said fuck it to my knees and walked down the stairs all the way to the 8th floor. I was in a lot of pain. But I bore it just to get the fuck away.

I get over to the table where Sean was sitting, we sat and talked and just worked away. It was fun. Hell, I had a few trying to commission me after I had long said I’m closed. Those who tried I just told that it’ll be take-home commissions. No one took it. But then, at the corner of my eye, I see someone selling these MINECRAFT CREEPER STATUES. Made out of beads. The head turns and all! I just couldn’t fuckin help myself. I just had to have it. He sold it to me for twelve bucks and I’m just so happy with it. I sat back down, finished working and calling customers to pick up their badges.

From there, it was around midnight. So saying my farewells to Sean, I went over to the Metro for some French toast. Where I met two ladies who I thought it was the two I was talking to and sitting near to in the alley. So without thinking, I asked them to join me. We all sit down and just talk. They were pretty drunk. That’s when they ask, “So, which convention are you here for?” My brain stopped. “Uh… FWA.” With a smile. They smile and nodded, “We’re here for the vampire diaries convention at the Sheraton!” (Incase you didn’t know. Yes, there are. Hosted by EyeCon.). Well, this made me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward. So I made up an excuse without even hinting that I am that my roommate needs me. So I grabbed my food and headed out. I really need to pay more attention to people around me. From there, I went up to my room, went on Tumblr for a bit and then went to sleep. Saturday was very exhausting.

Sunday: Sunday was no different. It was more exhausting than before, honestly. We woke up around 11 in the morning. Our checkout is in an hour. Originally, I was going to wake up, see my friends again and find a spot to just sit and work on commissions I owe. Turns out we were rushing to head down and check out. We waited for the elevator for more than 45 minutes and there I am standing with about ninety pounds of weight on my shoulders. This convention was more about trying to get up and down from your room than anything else. So we put everything in the car. I only had about three hours left before we head back on the road towards my house. Which it sucked but there’s nothing I can really say since it’s Kasi’s car I came in. So I wandered, saying my farewells to my good friends and hope we’ll meet in person again soon.

I went to get a gyro at this place called GREAT WRAPS in the mall thing. Worst idea ever. They’re expensive and their food was not that good. Ten bucks for a gyro with only lettuce in it and the sauce and some fries with a bit of cheese slathered in it. No. Fuck that place I’m never going back there. So I bought a thick ass pizza from nearby and ate that too. Alty lost his credit card and flipped out. So I calmed him down, emptied his wallet and jacket. Then I offered to go with him to the mall again (since we were there). He went to call his bank to claim that it’s lost/stolen. He could only leave a message. When we went back, the people at the pizza place saw him, held his card up and shouted out to him. So Alty was overjoyed to get his card and thanked me for being a persistent bitch. From there, we piled into the car and drove home. I sat about and just told my tales to my roommates after they were hugging the fuck out of me. It seems that I was greatly missed and the house was depressingly quiet. (At least they didn’t say “WE MISSED YOUR COOKING”) I was deeply appreciated. That made me very happy. I went to bed around midnight since I was just so tired.

And so, here I am. I’m taking today off to rest up. From there, I’ll start sketching up ALL the commissions I currently owe to get them nice and prepared to be worked on. Both commissions from the cons and online. I am thankful for those who are ever so patient with me and even paying me to draw you something. It really shows that I am worth it. The con was worth it and I needed it badly after 5 months of being inside the house, working myself to the bone to keep my roommates fed.

Tomorrow, I’m off too since, well… IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! I turn 27 tomorrow. If you feel that you’d like to give me a present, I have plenty of games on Steam that I would love! If you can’t, then wishing me a happy birthday will make me super happy. Hell, just say Happy Birthday and that’ll make my day. C:

Welp, I’m off to go to the store to get things for the house. Thank you for reading, thank you for coming to see me at my table at the con or coming up to talk to me! And above all, thank you for being patient with me!