In between my propping my eyelids open with copious amounts of caffeine and a pry-bar, I’ve seen an awful lot of people on social-media commenting on the zombie-plague that is affecting those attendees of the Emerald City Comicon.
What I mean by zombie-plague is that we’re all crawling around our work places with the exuberance of a dog or cat visiting the vet, while slightly drooling and moaning at the aches and pains of our <insert part of body here>.
For me, rushing around 400,000 square feet interior of the Washington State Conference & Trade Center—in cosplay no less—meant sore feet. Carrying around all the stuff I took with me and/or bought, meant sore shoulders. I’m not as sore as some people this Monday morning, but I’m sore. Couple in 3 days of shoddy sleep + con food and I’m ready to curl up on the couch with a warm blanket, some tea, and a nice book.
In fact, that sounds like a great idea. 🙂
See everyone at the end of the week for Flashback Friday!
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