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And why am I not surprised?

This morning, my boss went over the schedule for the end of the fiscal year - which for us is May. And, because very specific paperwork is due the final week of May, I won't be able to take any time off to go to Wiscon. I can't go to Wiscon. It seems I'll never be able to go, as I'll never be able to go to World Fantasy Con, which is held at the start of our third quarter. My schedule revolves around our four fiscal quarters and the paperwork they generate, so there you go. I've looked at the calendar all day long, and there's nothing to be done about it (it's not my boss's fault, btw). So: fuck me, I guess.

I'm really really really really drunk right now. I'll probably have more to say about this tomorrow in a locked post. For now, I'm going to keep drinking, and eat a bag of Cheetos. A big bag. A really motherfucking big bag.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.


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