It dawned on me this morning that at that time next week, I’ll be in line for the Xbox press conference. I nearly threw up in an anxious fit.
It’s not that I’m not prepared. In many senses of the word, I am prepared. I have my schedule fully booked to the point I have no time for lunch. I have the electronics picked out (Surface, extra battery charger, smartwatch, phone, 3DS). I know which games I’m going to see. I have hopes to meet with strategy guide publishers at some point. All I need to do is pack my bag and buy snacks that I will need to survive throughout the day. I’m thinking turkey jerky, string cheese, and cookies. It’s everything a growing girl needs to survive.
I may be prepared in that sense, but I’m not prepared mentally for this onslaught E3 will surely be. E3 is great great fun, do not get me wrong. However, it’s also a great great beating. It’s work, and it’s very hard work at that. Since I am in meetings all day from doors open to doors close, it means the only times I have to write about any of my adventures will be at night. I foresee very little sleep.
As such, I have turned down most party invitations. I want to be social, but I won’t have time to be. The only ones I accepted were those that start super early, as they promise to have food. Selfish of me, I know, but if I can kill as many birds with one stone as possible, I’m there.
But what worries the most are the withdrawals from The Witcher 3 and Diablo 3. I finally broke the 3 million gold mark in D3, so that last Trophy is almost within my grasp. And I’ve missed the Witcher so much over this last week thanks to reviews and the husband leaving me alone with the kids for a solid month. Oh how he owes me. At this point, I may just start over when I return from E3 and do some serious focusing on it. Soooo that means what, more D3 for this week before the big show? Works for me! Yeah, buddy!
Wait, what was I panicking about again? I don’t remember.