Dammit.

Why am I not going to be at the San Diego Comic-Con, again?

(Oh, right. Even if I hadn't just had to get a new prescription and contacts, I can't afford travel + three nights at a hotel + everything I'd spend while there. Knew there was something.)

Oh well.

Next year.

Maybe.

Bleeking heat

Humidity nigh-40'C. (Bike had minimal repairs successfully completed. Needs a couple more, but shouldn't be a problem. Bless the picture-hanging wire.)

Cats low on gooshy food. Also regular food.

Swimming pool.

There shall be an expedition, and then a relaxation.