Once again, I cancelled my hotel room like a responsible person since we can’t really afford this con; it’s too big for Maya’s comfort anyway; and geez, cancer.
I have to be honest, though: this is beginning to get on my nerves. 75% of the cons I used to love are off the table right now, and aside from being personally fun and relaxing to me, I miss my friends at them. If I have to attend next year without Maya, that will suck rocks, but at least I’ll see my friends. If our finances don’t shape up, though – and with Maya’s cancer bills, they probably won’t soon – then I get to sit at home. Doing chores all weekend because there are always chores to do. Yay.