The Con came and then was gone.
The problem with having priorities is, you have to follow them or else, well, what was the use of setting priorities in the first place? Unfortunately, my priorities for last weekend were servitude to the parentals, necessary purchases of victuals and other supplies, servitude to the corporate master, and New Worlds, in that order. I was no longer able to make time for either the work I brought home or the annual science-fiction and fantasy convention. Alas, the love for Buffy must take a back seat to filial duty and of course, survival through items bought in Cash and Carry.
My consolation was that the small 3 Musketeers bars are back. For the life of me, I cannot consume an entire 3 Musketeers regular size bar in one sitting anymore. And I always have to have water on hand. But man, it still is good.
My life, my life, wherefore art thou, my life?