We are on the floor of the lobby waiting for the exhibition hall to open. There’s a plug for Ming’s computer. Lots of people, lots of movement. I have had a headache for days, off and on, and I need to take a lot of breaks today.
Last night was fun. I ran into someone I knew from online. I read her nametag and recognized her name. We were excited, and Ming took a picture. I can’t blog it yet because we don’t have the card reader.
I sold zines to someone named Jeremy Brett, the name of the actor who plays my favorite Sherlock Holmes. So I remember it. He was very friendly and bought zines for his library. I was pleased. Ming and I had bet we wouldn’t have any customers last night.
Ming loves me, and we have carrots. There is a terrible new carpet smell pervading the hall. But all is well.