Coming to terms.

No, I didn’t come down with something because of the smoke from the Canada wildfires and no, I'm not in danger of explosive diarrhea from a parasite on lettuce…that I know of.

It’s just…well, I like to joke that (and I ended up giving this line to a villain in a screenplay I’m writing, which should give you some inkling of my misguided ambition) if you put a brick wall between me and something I really want, you probably didn’t like the brick wall very much.

I’ve been making a list of the guests that are gonna be at this year‘s Fan Expo Canada. I’ve been checking out Airbnbs and, even this late, there are quite a few of them left. I’ve been making plans to go around the city, eat at a bunch of restaurants and even attend a movie screening, but really, I need to face the facts. I have no job, I have a very small amount of money coming in every week, I have absolutely no clue if or when I will ever get any more money on top of that and my car would have to work to be reclassified as a piece of shit. It’s time for me to face facts: as much as I wanted it to, Toronto is not happening this year. Short of winning some sort of contest that allows me an all-expenses-paid four day trip to Fan Expo, yeah, I realize that.

I can only hope that it might happen next year when I get a job. I mean, there's no way I’m gonna be in this unemployment situation forever, right? But this year? Not a fucking chance.