The inestimable
Bloody hell.
Well. If I retreat to a hotel room over the weekend (the idea of which is now sullied), it appears I’ll be going to Cork. (Actually, sullied or not, the next few days need to be writing-heavy, so if I haven’t made a decent stand by noon or so tomorrow I’ll go into Cork.)
*mutter* I’m disappointed to miss CommonRo, but I’m MORE disappointed to miss them through *idiocy* than through choice. Stupid stupid writer creature.
Drat. Drat. And Double Drat.
Well. Be very productive, and maybe they’ll perform again!
Yeah, on occasion I do weird things with dates and days and all… which is why I have like 5 calendars hanging in various areas in my house.
It’s possible if I’d remembered to change the calendar to October at the beginning of the week, I’d have avoided this, but it’s not actually likely. I’ve been convinced the 6th was a Saturday for months, and I’ve looked at the calendar dozens of times in that time period…
Drat, indeed. I really wanted to be the Other Alaskan Fan, showing up in Belfast!
Hrm.
And who’dathunk being self-assured was a bad thing?