If there is a god out there, he/she/it was not planning on making me happy a couple of weeks ago. We had it all set up. Xbox FanFest with 2 events on 2 nights. For both nights we had a babysitter. For both nights! Then we had planned to visit Gamescom on Tuesday as well. My mother would have taken care of our daughter during that time. We were set up. For real.
And then? I got sick. And felt like shit. And all our plans crumbled.