I saw you at Otakon on...hmm...Saturday i think in the dealers room, i was sat against the wall playing DJ MAX next to the food place, i ran after you to say hello but by the time i got over i had lost you in the crowd D:

Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver lights,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under you feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Damn you, Yeats! Why can't I write like you!?

Oh..right...nokame: as usual, I hate you.