I was supposed to go to Lunacon this weekend. I had done everything right, I was gonna share a room with people (I'd even sent money ahead of time), I had preregistered, I had packed a duffel, I had even gathered up a bunch of sheet music and printed out a couple dozen more lyrics for my first foray back into filking in some 20 years.
But I got going a half hour later than I planned, and traffic was horrible!
The further I went, the slower it was, and the madder I got. After three hours of fuming, I had made it maybe 1/10 of the way there. I realized I had maybe enough energy to make it to Delaware, but by then I'd be bashing idiots in lexuses into ditches left and right. And the NJ Turnpike would either kill me or drive me permanently insane (and not in a good way). So I turned around, and retraced the last two hours' drive in 20 minutes.
People are pissed at me.
I'm all alone.
But I did have a massive dose of fuming anger to work off, so I hauled an incredible bunch of stuff up to the attic.
And I did have some fun with the chainsaw yesterday, removing the branches the squirrels were using to get to my eaves (and gnaw holes in them).
But I didn't get out to see any friends or lovers.
Know how ya feel...
share a room with people (I'd even sent money ahead of time), I had preregistered, I had
packed a duffel, I had even gathered up a bunch of sheet music and printed out a couple
dozen more lyrics for my first foray back into filking in some 20 years.
But I got going a half hour later than I planned, and traffic was horrible!
The further I went, the slower it was, and the madder I got. After three hours of fuming,
I had made it maybe 1/10 of the way there. I realized I had maybe enough energy to make
it to Delaware, but by then I'd be bashing idiots in lexuses into ditches left and right. And
the NJ Turnpike would either kill me or drive me permanently insane (and not in a good way).
So I turned around, and retraced the last two hours' drive in 20 minutes.
People are pissed at me.
I'm all alone.
But I did have a massive dose of fuming anger to work off, so I hauled an incredible
bunch of stuff up to the attic.
And I did have some fun with the chainsaw yesterday, removing the branches the
squirrels were using to get to my eaves (and gnaw holes in them).
But I didn't get out to see any friends or lovers.
And that was probably what I needed most.
Re: Know how ya feel...
*hugs*
/me notes that she's not far away... though no, she's not a lover :)