The con's getting closer. Pardon the FF7 reference, but it feels like Meteor closing in. Tomorrow's our last day before the mightyness. If Japan and the America cannot wed, then they will at least walk the same path together.
A lot of promises shattered, and dreams put aside, struggling with what they can as the hours count down, everyone trying to be at their best and strongest when the con hits. And when it does, nothing else will matter. Not before or after. Not while we enjoy three days of basking in the glow of our fandom, with the hotel as our fire pit.
Sorry, got caught up in the epicness of the moment.
