Delusions of Grandeur

Well, I'm back. (This is the last time I'm going to use that joke, I promise!) I've been almost completely out of touch for the past week or so, so catching up has been kind of a huge job. I feel kinda bad about this, since the hostel we stayed at had wi-fi, as did the con center itself, but I think Matt Smith summed it up best when he said, "Comic-Con is like going a hundred miles an hour, twenty-four hours a day." There were times when, academically, I knew I should probably take a bite out of the million and one things I had to catch up on, this recap not least among them, but I just couldn't muster the energy.

( A week of utter insanity (and I mean that in the best way possible)... )

( ...and what I've been doing since then (spoiler: cats and books)... )

So that's my third Comic-Con, and the last of a truly exhausting series of trips. After several days of basically hiding in my room and napping a lot, I almost feel ready to face humanity again.

 ( Custody battle woes. )