In which GKE looks like a personal bust from the get-go
In pain. Hormonally emotional. Hotel room confusion. Argument with the monster in the parking lot. Just found out some folks I was looking forward to seeing won't be here. Reconsidering attending tomorrow at all, because of commute.
Why am I here again? Why are I bothering?
ETA: And somehow, even though we ARE the registration company, i am not on the check in list. Fanfuckingtastic.
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