desperance (desperance) wrote,

Hunh. And I was having such a good day, too...

No, honestly. I was having such a lovely Sunday; I had sat with cats and coffee and fresh orange juice from our own tree, yet; and read Ethan of Athos and my new baking book and my new Asian dumpling book; and made dough and planned dim sum and made lists of shoppings; and then Karen took me to the vasty Chinese grocery store and left me there while she went to the pub next door, and I shopped myself ragged and then went to find her, and found that I could drink a pint of Old Speckled Hen there, so I did that; and then we came home and she left me to mix dumpling doughs while she went to get her hair cut, so I did that; and then she came back, and...

See, the thing is, there has been a bit of a grump around, because I got my BayCon schedule and was on four panels and all our friends got theirs and Karen got nothing. So we thought she didn't have any panels, and we were grumpy on her behalf, and I thought about sending an e-mail to programming to grump about this but I don't want to be that guy, so I didn't; but she's smart, and so she sent them an e-mail this morning, and yup. It was a communication breakdown, she should have had an e-mail, of course she has panels - and she has a reading.

Wait, what?

She has a reading. Which is a fine thing, because she has good stories to read. But. I too have good stories to read. Indeed, I have a plethora. And I? Don't have a reading.

How can I not have a reading?

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