If the Mountain Will Not Come to Mohammed...

Dear Lord Jesus save me.

No, seriuosly.

I have bought plane tickets to California. I have hotel reservations (which I will have to either extend or sleep Sunday night in the SD airport but minor detail). I have booked time off work.

I appear to be going to Comic Con.

This cannot possibly end well...

When the fuck did I become a girl that needs At. Least. three pairs of shoes to go on vacation (regular, running and cute). When? When? Also: note to self - finally go and buy cute shoes.

PS - I am so finding time for the San Diego Zoo. NO. MATTER. WHAT.