oh my god. there were times this morning i actually thought i was going to faint like a girl in the convention hall. the last of three and one half jose cuervo shots were sloshing through my forehead veins, constricting and giving me waves of unreality that kept resolving into overweight people hefting giant warner bros. bags filled with convention exclusives. dear gods ... it was horrific. i felt bad for phil - drunk and stumbling i came home at 1 am, and my room key flashed yellow instead of a comforting green. i had to wake him up - the thought of going downstairs to fix my key was too appalling. got better after a lousy lunch of chips and veggie fajitas at a lobster restaurant and an incredible talk with Ren. Horn likes to yap - i love the guy, but he reminds me of Assymetrical Chest Hagar from CU, who also never shut up.
off to casa roberts to drink more.
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