Tickets to the Final Fantasy concert have been purchased by Dom. I was going to make a post today that said “Oh, woe is me, I want to go down to the concert, but I don’t want to go by myself, whine whine whine,” but then Dom called me on the phone telling me he could go after all, and that’s that.
So at this point, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to stick around for E3, unless I can pull connections to get in, and even then I don’t know if I should take a whole week off work anyway. But it shall be a pleasant four-day weekend at least.
Tomorrow is Anime Overdose (keep wanting to type/say “Overdrive“) — once again helping
I seem to be on the “finally recovering” stages of a week long cold, back down to the “occasionally runny nose”, where at one point I was at the “Please oh please let me get these bowling balls out of my upper sinuses… what was that? I can’t hear you, my inner ears have cotton stuffed in them” stage. I’ve gone through a frightening amount of Kleenex this week.
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