#93

The pajama pants are no longer dripping wet but still damp, so they hang over the top of the door. It will probably take them at least another day to day and a half to dry. Once done, they will be taken down, folded and placed inside the suitcase.

As to whether that suitcase will be used next year is another story entirely.

Things have gotten a bit easier at work, but still I feel restless. Prime’s noticed it, as most days I get up and complain that I’m still tired. It doesn’t matter that I’ve had ten or so hours of sleep, I still feel sluggish, like I can’t get myself going.

It’s a symptom of depression. I’m depressed. It happens every year after BotCon but this year it’s worse than others. I have no real bright spot this time, no spot of sunshine that I can look forward to and plan on. Everything is in a state of flux which leaves me feeling confused. What will happen next year, convention-wise? Will there even be a next year, convention-wise? Will I see my friends next year? What’s going to happen?

I ask the questions but there are no answers. Knowing this does not instill me with a lot of confidence.

Part of me thinks that we’ll hear something. Next year is a movie year and it would be completely stupid for Hasbro to drop something like BotCon entirely. But the other part of me, the cynical part, believes that the convention is done. That we won’t get anything next year, because Hasbro would want to concentrate on SDCC.

Yeah, I hate that side of me. I wish she would just shut up but she won’t. Mostly because she’s been right so many times before. And trust me, that side of me loves to point out just how many times she’s been right. She’s smug, that one.

But in spite of that, I still pack my suitcase and hope. May it not be in vain.