Today, I consumed: one cup of coffee with sugar and milk and a pair of pop tarts; two fish tacos, chips and refried beans, and a Negra Modelo; a blended iced coffee from the indie coffee shop; a bowl of Tuna Helper; a pudding, and a fudgesickle. I think I could have done without the pop tarts, the beer, the blended coffee, the "helper" part of the Tuna Helper, the pudding, and the fudgesickle. Yeah, none of my pants are going to fit at this rate.
I was just looking over the schedule for the Comic-Con next weekend and there are a bazillion panels I’d love to go to. The Mythbusters are going to be there! The Ghost Hunters are going to be there! The Venture Brothers, Futurama, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate (Atlantis and SG1) will all be there. Even Torchwood will be there, but I probably won’t be able to go that day. It’s going to be great, even if all I do for three days is sit in different auditoriums and listen to actors talk.
Tomorrow should be fun also. Like every year, I’ll go down to Balboa Park to watch the parade and take a few pictures, wander around the pride festival for a while, and then most likely I’ll just go back home and take a nap or do something equally as boring. I suppose it would be different if I had friends who were interested in such things, but most of the people I know in person would a) feel too out of place, b) not see the point of the activity, c) prefer to play video games, or d) never be invited by myself in the first place. C’est la vie.