The process for getting these plane tickets has made me want to drink and smoke. A Lot. But they’re bought, and woohoo.
I applied for Guest Status at Dragon*Con, again, this year. Maybe this’ll be the year they actually give it to me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that there are limited numbers of spaces, but I have to say, when I’m a working professional, on TWO fronts, within the convention, AND I’m bringing in attendees and presenters? It’s kind of a slap in the face.
the pAper chAse - [the laying of hands the speaking in tongues (the mass hysteria)]—- I need to change a brake light in the car I’m borrowing, and, at first glance, it is much more difficult that on the Honda. The Honda has a panel in the trunk and latch you turn. this car has… bolts… which are hidden behind the upholstery…
the pAper chAse - [your money or your life (the comet)]—- Need to put in the application for the new place to live, tomorrow.
Need to send a written request for a transcript to GSU, because I apparently can no longer just go to the fucking website like a 21st century human worm baby, oh no. (the pAper chAse - [what should we do with your body (the lightning)]). It has to bear my signature, and blah blah blah. That’s written and about to be sent.
I just finished writing my class’ first test for tomorrow. It includes the following: ‘BONUS 2: How would Bar On respond to the idea that “Magneto Was Right?” How would Nietzsche?’
Because, as you should well know, by now, that is how i fucking roll.
the pAper chAse - [this is a rape (the flood)]—- You still have until Saturday night to donate to my fundraiser et cetera, etc., &c.
Am I already hungry, again? Time for bed I think…
the pAper chAse - [this is only a test (the tornado)]—- I still really want a cigarette…