Brian FRIDAY (I think. Is it Friday?)
I woke up with sore legs. Three months of no running makes Brian out of shape. Breakfast at the same place as yesterday where I was seated at a table in the neutral zone (i.e. where two serves thought the table belonged to the other.) so I sat there, invisible. Eventually I was waited on.
Full of eggs and ham I still felt horrible and had to lay down in the car for a nap. I say nap, but it was more like 30 to 40 minutes of non-existence. But it did the trick.
The con is way more spread out throughout downtown it seems. And, it seems that there are more people here than before. There’s just nowhere you can go where you’re not in a crowd.
Except the glorious Pro Lounge. Which took me 5 years to discover. I’m actually sitting IN A CHAIR! It’s like I’m rich…or a king…or at in a normal place.
I think the afternoon is going to consists of hanging around artist alley. Other than meeting someone for lunch, I don’t have anything major. None of the panels are appealing to me.
