March 7th, 2009


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I wake up unknowingly late for an SCA event so I have to deal with drama the whole 45 miles to Bumhump Maryland. I buy emergency display fabric and find a folding chair and drive through the ghetto to obtain lunch. Then a guy cuts in line to go to the bathroom and says he won't be long. He lies.

No wonder these people want to live in a different culture as royalty to behave free of social consequence.

My fantasy? The Day The Earth Stood Still.

My honeybunny had a good time, though. Therefore, I am happy. Mission accomplished. My suffering has a purpose.