Con Game

The Eugene World Tour 2007 ends in San Diego. Comic Con. Nerd prom. Comic kahhhhhhn!

See, Comic Con is an exhausting experience by itself, But add in jet lag from Europe and Comic Con becomes a grueling relentless beat down that's left me a weakened, broken man... only more so.

Flew from Dublin into San Diego on Thursday night. Spent 21 hours awake - 14 of those on airplanes. Worst flight was the one where I was stuck next to a guy who'd forgotten to recharge his iPod. So the dude was bored and wanted to chat... for the ENTIRE flight. Ugh.

The best part of Comic Con is running into all the great friends and peers that you never get to see enough during the year, but you get to hang out and catch up in San Diego.

Oh, and all the free food and drinks for writers ain't bad either.

It's weird to think back on how I used to dread going back to work after a vacation - now as a writer, can't wait to get back to work.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need some sleep. I've still got jet lag on top of con lag and I have no idea what day this is...