Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Doh. I've been up for 24 hours and counting and still no rest in sight. I feel like one of these elfen-eared hairless anime fuckgods in a constant cycle of unfulfilled orgasm. Granted, no one wants to hear me complain (including the baby-faced yawn inside my head) but for context: I stayed up all night to get to JFK airport 2 hours before my scheduled international flight only to face a three hour delay (wait, intercom update: four hour delay). After a week unintentionally submerged in Baltimore's annual Otakon convention, I feel a little more than fucked. Maybe if I count the thrusts I can nod off on the plane?