When the convention you're helping run hasn't got any food available that you can eat, and several assorted fuckwits won't keep the volume below nine-thousand, so you take a cab home way before the day's events are over only to have the cafe fuck up your food and the neighbors be playing music too loud for you to be able to crash out and nap.
- Mood:
Vengeful - Listening to: far too much
- Reading: the deviantarts journal browser
- Watching: mental images of gratuitous murder
- Eating: charcoal
- Drinking: water.
Devious Comments
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Check out my new novel The Second Key of Kalijor.
"To thine own self be true, and thou canst not then be false to anyone."
Two of life's necessities unfulfilled. I hope things get better for you ...
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Oh! and it's time for the TF-a-thon! May 25th to (whenever I finish day 6) [link] Come and get changed!
Day 1 is done! [link] Day 2 coming soon.
Though, so would a nice massage.
Thos. Merchant
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