Life. Ugh. Am I right?
Once again life just happened and suddenly not only do I not have a table at Phoenix Comic Con, but I can't even attend at all. Long story short without getting into it, pretty close to last minute, my free table was pulled from me.
And then I might have had a ticket for the weekend, but I made no plans money-wise to do anything other than shit at a table and sell art.
then even if I did have the funds to go, my parents are moving across town as we speak (on this, pcc weekend) leaving me with packing to do (again) and having to figure out a living situation (AGAIN) so I can still go to work. They were willing to help me out and excuse me from helping them move when I had a table, but I couldn't bring myself to ditch them to have fun for 4 days.
I'm living between my parents place and my boyfriends apartment until I can figure something out, or until the end of September, and I only just now found time to write this journal (on break, at work, from my phone)
Wish I had more time and energy to work on art, wish I had my own place again. Hhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am reading still, slowly. so I'll do another review soon, all in good time I suppose.
Listening to: Fall Out Boy (4 LYFE)