I was just informed by my father that we now have 13 minutes to finish eating until our flight starts to board for California. I had to wake up at 3 this morning (far more early than my male companions, the pains of being a girl). 3 AM. Just to get enough time in the morning to get ready, get some last minute things packed up and to get the fuck out of the house. I always pack far too much, but I really did try to consolidate this time so that I can have room for whatever I decide to buy at comic con. And maybe so that I can fit the man who plays Lafayette in my bag. Not kidnapping. Just collecting. So. Excited. Happy 18th to me.