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Well, Chibi-Chibi Con was a giant fucking waste of my time. I had about 12 people by the whole day. I'm not gonna go sit there and stare at my boots for another nine hours tomorrow. I'm not angry at Amanda or Moses, you understand, or anyone else. They worked hard, and if I'd have done things differently, it's easy for me to say so given how little I was able to do. I'm just angry.
In celebration of my upcoming birthday, I am listening to only songs about drinking for the next week. I've got about seven hours worth, it looks like. Also in celebration of my birthday, I am already starting to get depressed. I hate birthdays. And holidays generally.
I'm not getting any work done, and I can feel in my bones that the rest of my group hasn't done shit and I'm gonna have to bawl them out again on Monday, cover for them Tuesday, and then make yet another futile attempt to get them off their asses.
In celebration of my upcoming birthday, I am listening to only songs about drinking for the next week. I've got about seven hours worth, it looks like. Also in celebration of my birthday, I am already starting to get depressed. I hate birthdays. And holidays generally.
I'm not getting any work done, and I can feel in my bones that the rest of my group hasn't done shit and I'm gonna have to bawl them out again on Monday, cover for them Tuesday, and then make yet another futile attempt to get them off their asses.