My stomach is all in knots. The email came this morning. I've been awake for a half hour, and I haven't opened it yet. I want to go to comicon so so badly, and my hopes are so high up, that I'm afraid to open it, and have them crushed. I want to go so badly. I can't even open it. Christ, there is something wrong with me. Edit: Okay, I opened it. It was a maybe, with a bunch of little details that I can answer pretty easily. Oh god it's so close I can taste it. ~Katie