Cons are always too warm, but this one was just withering. -.- I was in t-shirt and shorts most of the time, too ... I can't even imagine what it would have been like in my prior usual outfit of black jeans, dark shirt, and vest. I don't see how most of the costumers do it.
Today I need to get myself organized and get back into the groove re: my comics. I have as of late been wanting to write a new Michael Macbeth short story, too, which is very cool but the problem is that I have absolutely no hint of a plot. Le sigh.
How can I feel compelled to write, without actually having any clue what to write about? It's weird, I tell you.