Yikes! I have tinkered with this entry A LOT since I originally posted it. It could be argued that I only made it worse, but I couldn't help myself, LOL!

It turns out I was right in my last post when I mentioned my prediction for the Doctor Who convention I was attending this past weekend.  It was VERY bittersweet.  (How is THAT for a couple of poorly constructed sentences?). I have wonderful memories, (more than) a few regrets and a couple of wishes that I could go back and fix things.

It's not an easy thing to do, thinking about the things I said or the way I acted that were fucked-up, that I wish I could change, knowing I can't (hope springs eternal though!).  I'm not going to go into it here, as I have apologized for being unfair and rude to someone, but I truly, TRULY, deeply regret it. I'm normally not like that (I usually bake cookies for people I like!!!) and the circumstances were extenuating, but there is no excuse and I only have myself to blame.  I tried to be a grown-up, responsible adult and it blew up in my face. Horribly.  In a big way.  That will teach me!  Regret is tough to live with, that's for sure.  Trust me, I'm living with it every day.  Btw- it's no small feat to slap a smile on your face and pretend everything is amazing and great at a dull convention so that everyone else has a wonderful time, when you REALLY don't feel like it!!!

Back to the con - The entire convention itself was lacking in the "must attend" department that was evident at past conventions.  No John Barrowman, Freema Agyman or Mark Sheppard.  I mean I love me some Paul McGann, but they don't allow people to just sit and talk to him for the whole weekend (as they should!).  They also had Gary Russell, who I ADORE, but he was only at a few panels.  Subsequently, the schedule was fairly sedate, so I was "meh" about the whole thing.

As we were experiencing huge storms on Friday, I gave that day a miss and went to the office instead.  There wasn't much on the convention schedule to make me want to venture out of my safe, dry office / home to brave the elements, fucked-up traffic, floods and road closures. Instead, I went in to work and then got a HUGE new cell phone (that I have no idea how to use) on my way home, attempted to adjust the case I bought to my liking (cutting the back of my thumb in the process), fixed dinner and had a cocktail while I caught up on episodes of Real Time with Bill Maher. THAT'S a nice Friday night if you ask me!  Bloody mess and all, I'm glad I stayed home.

The schedule on Saturday was pretty much the same as Friday, but I felt obligated to go, so I grabbed an Uber down there. I almost gave Sunday a miss, but a friend of mine who was going said she was going to bring me a shredded beef burrito from Bakers and there's no way I'm going to miss out on such a delicacy!!!  My fat ass will never turn down a Bakers shredded beef burrito when it's offered to me!  It was a good day, but I left early.  I think I headed home around 4pm.

The weather was so neat that I had my Uber driver drop me off kind of far from my house so that I could walk the rest of the way and really enjoy it.  It was brisk, with dark and brooding clouds. It felt like it was about the rain, but it didn't.  The only thing that would have made it better would have been if the wind had kicked-up.

On Monday, I drove out to my friends house so we could sage her business and then her home.  I always forget how much I hate the smell of burning sage!  Then I help someone sage their place and I end-up stinking like stale weed for the rest of the day. It was nice to do it though, I'm really hoping it helps!

The only thing I managed to get done that I really needed to do this weekend was some (but not all of my) laundry.  Ah well, there's always this coming weekend to go grocery shopping.... bring on the shortened work week!!!

Happy Sunday!

I finally feel somewhat better. Don't get me wrong, I'm still fighting whatever it is that I have, but at least I'm not flat out in bed anymore. My doctor says I'm getting better, so fingers-crossed he's right!

I took my friend Samantha out to get a manicure and pedicure yesterday, so she took me out to The Kings Head for a late lunch / early dinner.....with beers. Now, I haven't had a cocktail since December 26th, so I wasn't used to drinking.  Plus, I almost never stand up to peer pressure and she just kept saying "another round" whenever our waitress came by.  Needless to say, I slept very well last night with a belly full of pub burger and fries and all that Boddington's sloshing around my system.  We had a really good time, even walked down the street to go watch the sun and the ocean for a bit....but we had to leave fairly quickly as I had to go to the bathroom (again, all that Boddington's in my system) for the zillionth time.

This week should be pretty uneventful. I do have a Sci-Fi type convention at the end of it, but I'm not staying the night at the hotel as I usually do. I'm gonna drive back and forth this year. The cost of the hotel has increased to the point that it is just too much to justify staying.

This convention holds a special place for me as that's where I met CBLMW (once upon a time long, long ago).  It's bittersweet. I always think about them when I go to this convention and remember when we met. I was a short-haired comic book nerd, wearing a not-so-flattering red, sparkly Flash t-shirt.  They were that years conventions presiding expert and superstar.  Confident and comfortable with the attention they got, in contrast to me, who was painfully shy, nervous and uncomfortable in those types of situations (I remember how bad I was shaking). It was so great that they talked with me after they were done with the panel.  I mean, people were lined-up to get their attention/autograph/photo!!!  They didn't do that (to the same extent) for the other MW...or PC (but then, PC was gross, arrogant and kept handling a disgusting snot filled tissue the entire panel).

What a great convention that was. I was indeed a lucky gal.

Flash-forward a few years: I've become a boring adult!! My comic book shirts are packed away in boxes in my closet waiting to be worn again, I wear glasses instead of contacts, I've grown my hair out a bit and I have no idea what's going on in the world of superheroes/science fiction.  I don't even watch much TV!!  I'm nerdy without the requisite nerd knowledge to back it up!

I'm being positive and am hopeful that the convention is gonna be great this year.  Although the convention hasn't been as much fun as it used to be and each year I say I'm not going again the next year, (yet, I always try to get tickets just in case I'm wrong and I end-up having fun). We'll see what happens this year. I'll keep repeating the mantra "it's gonna be awesome"!!!

Either way, I'll let you know.

So, yesterday (Thursday) I actually took a sick day from work. I can't remember the last time I did that! Has to be at least 4 years.  I was told to take today off as well, but I really had to go in today.  Too much on the calendar to take care of.  Coincidentally, my boss has been really sick too, so, as soon as the stock market closed, he left and as he passed by me, he told me to go home too.  Yassssss! There is nothing bad about leaving early on a Friday. No traffic!

You know, thinking about yesterday, staying home from work sucks. I was bored, sick and in the company of a cat who clearly didn't want me in "his" house when I should be at work.  Plus, I think I ate non-stop all day. Not. Good. Plus, I bought stuff online. I shouldn't be doing that!

I guess I should start thinking about starting my grocery list for this weekend. Yep, I'm living the dream at home with my cat on a Friday night.

It's Wednesday. I went in to work this morning and was told to go home and rest. "Why are you here anyway?" I said "I have some stuff pending and I wanted to make sure there were no emergencies overnight...plus, I don't like to call in sick, it's boring at home". Plus, I don't feel so bad that I can't sit at my desk.

So, I stayed about an hour and a half and then left for home.  I was right. It IS boring at home. Gotham just wants to lay around, half on my bed and half on my nightstand (he's a weirdo cat), which means he's encroaching on me.

Maybe I'll see if I can get laundry done today, instead of this weekend. Everyone should be at work, right?

It's 7:20am and I'm already bored.

Maybe Gotham and I will watch Deadpool. I bought it a long time ago, but never watched it.