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The Readathon Is Tomorrow and I Am MISSING It

You guys. I have to go to a convention downtown dressed as a character from Jurassic Park (HAVE TO) and so I am missing Dewey's 24 Hour Readathon. AGAIN. I think I've done it mayyybe twice? Maybe. And even then it was like, "I'm staying at my parents' so there're gonna be a lot of other activities" or "I'm mainly using this as an excuse to eat tacos all day." Although I'd actually call Taco Day a resounding success, so, that one's fine.


Taco Day should be Every Day


But I want you all to post all the pictures, and say what you're eating (and I guess reading), for looking at those will bring me much happiness.

I was thinking about it, and I think part of the reason I love readathons is also why I love conventions (and behold! they have conflicted!). Themed things are the balls. You get a theme and you're like "Okay. Okay. I know what I'm doing here." There is a specified framework, and AS LIFE IS CHAOS, a specified framework is much-appreciated. 

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THE SCHEDULE."

But! both frameworks are loose enough to allow for much variation within. You can read during your readathon (ha! what?). You can make awesome snacks. Or buy awesome snacks, in my case. You can do challenges, you can cheer other people on, I mean, what color is your parachute, man. 

And at conventions! You can dress up. You can NOT dress up, but instead spend the whole time chasing people around asking if you can take their picture. And if you do dress up, you can be whatever the hell you want. Last year, there was someone going as the girl bunny from Space Jam. Joffrey and Cersei, a million Deadpools, Milhouse from The Simpsons, Miss Frizzle as a Time Lady.

Greatest.

So. Enjoy it, those of you who are participating. I'm looking forward to your posts. I'll think of you tomorrow in between the moments I hopefully chase down someone dressed as Carmilla or Snow White from Fables. HAPPY READATHON TO YOU ALL.

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