I am completely wrung out. I may have been more exhausted the weekend I moved after dancing at the Garden all night long, but I doubt it. I have spent the last 3 days packing up, ripping down, sorting through, and filing as if the salvation of mankind depended on it. I haven’t spent so many hours filing since they used to pay me minimum wage to do it.

Tonight I have to pack for our StanFest Adventure, so this will be the last you’ll hear of me for a good long while. Then again, I think most people don’t realize that I’ve started to write again, so that’s okay.

I leave you with the World’s Gothest Baby, wearing booties I knit especially for her:

I am the god of suck

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 6/28/2006 07:49:00 p.m.