Saturday

I fell asleep to my iPhone plugged into the Hyatt alarm clock. I was in and out of sleep and then that Radiohead song from Amenesiac started in with the horns... life in a glass house? Really? Alright.

So I switched things up to Air and crashed. Four hours later I woke up to a the light of a bright city. Luis forgot to close the curtains and the city was alive and, um, reflective.

Breakfast was some food and ginger ale from the food court and it was on to the convention area to setup a little.

My ankle and leg is swollen as hell. It looks hilarious... I never thought my skinny little ankle would look so cool sporting a cankle. Yes. A cankle.

It's gross.

But it's so cool.

A bottle of 24 ibuprofen was $10 at the hotel store, but worth every penny.
Thirty minutes later things weren't as large and I was able to walk without looking stupid.