Um. Dude. Whoa.

There is suddenly a chance I may be going to ComicCon--my agent is looking into flying me out there, since Nurk is...err...well no jinxing, there, but--dude--and Digger is...err...holy bunnies...I don't even dare THINK about that--and--um--uh--

Well, anyway, she'd be buying the plane ticket, if it's not brutally expensive, but she probably can't get me a hotel room at this late date. So, now I throw myself on the mercy of the blog--are any of you going to ComicCon? Would anyone like a roommate who will sleep on the floor and shower regularly and not eat very much and pay for their chunk of the room? I would likely be arriving Thursday night and leaving Sunday.

Brain...melty...scared...holy...dude...