The Future: Stress, Cosplay and Food Trucks

It has been an exhausting week. I cannot say that I have had a non-taxing day since the sixth of August, but even that one had its drama (doctor appointment, swallowing pride, etc). Since that Wednesday, everyday has had hours dedicated to the man's wealth. The 13th was not a scheduled day for earnings, but that was the start of a trifecta of interviews over those next three days. With the need to get my weekends back to settle down and eventually go to an Ebertfest, you know there was stress.

And then there was the Taste of Champaign. It was not that bad except for the humidity and my girlfriend being too afraid to be proactive in her canopy set up (you can pick up the directions instead of seeing how far I can wing it). She also let my Furiosa Funko Pop go for five dollars less than I wanted, but it still left me up three bucks on what I paid for it and it was only right for being the only one to sell anything at HER craft tent on the first day. Still, the event was going to be stressful on her and since I was involved and did not want to let her down despite having to punch the clock both days, a little stress was to be expected for me.

Adding in fried and boiled meats as your only sustenance options, my body is teasing me since it has not left me bed/toilet ridden yet. That is probably waiting for the next day off.

Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.

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