I wish I was going to Comic-Con. I had plenty of opportunity to book a pass back before they sold out, like a whole year. And money was never an issue; I seem to find that stuff like Alice finds cake.

No, the issue getting in my way is my extreme anxiety. I didn’t think that I would have the gumption to deal with transportation, wading through crowds, interacting with fellow humans, spending cash, remembering to put food into my self, and walking around without getting tired. For possibly several days.

But yeah, now I know that my ability to predict the state of my neuroses months in advance is as poor as it has always been. So I’m definitely booking in advance for next year, at first opportunity.