Oh, wait. Traffic court the following day. Gee, that'll put you off a bit, won't it? Doesn't matter what's (not) gonna happen; it's just I can think of better ways to spend that time, and none of them involves having money taken from me. Well, okay, money taken from me unwillingly.
If I understand correctly, Co-Writer is staying in today and doing what he damn well wants/needs to do. Good man.
And now for the bad news -- it only took a month and a half, but the RavenCon hotel finally acknowledged my routine weekly call and informed me that they could not find any of the stuff I lost there. Well, no shit, it's been a month and a half, and maybe if you'd've stopped putting me off constantly there'd be less chance of it going completely missing. So now I'm going to have to re-buy what I can (which is unfortunate, as one is a wig I didn't personally style), and none of it was particularly cheap. Fuckers. I wish I'd taken names before, because the guy who called was asking, and I would love to have told him. It was a woman who spoke shitty English each time.
Fuck. Fucking fuckers.
If you have been, fuck.
'I should like a nubile young virgin once a fortnight. Beyond that, you may pay me in sinister-looking dark cloaks.' by Kara
Saturday, June 7, 2008 at 9:33 AM
One week 'til Anime Mid-Atlantic, and even though I actually am ready already, I don't feel it. I don't think I'm used to not having a last-minute crunch.