Memoirs of the Angst-Bitch

I'm currently typing this with my laptop pushed up against my headrest because my laptop can no longer safely support its screen and my desk is buried underneath manga. I should really buy another bookshelf. Boss says he's going to try to make something to help this situation, but I might have to end sending the damn thing in to the manufacturer for repairs. I'm so pissed. I also hate typing like this. It hurts my back. Maybe I need a book or something to raise the laptop up to my level.

I have invited a new member to our epic Otakon quest and secured another day off to better manage said quest. Someone needs to remind me that next time I want to come up with my altruistic ideas, I need to do it at least a month in advance. Hotel bitch better have ordered his tickets or I'm going to cut him.

I had a conversation with coworker. It went badly to say the least and now I'm fairly sure she's trying to avoid talking to me. Score. I don't think this is going to fix the problem at all.

I probably won't be venturing out to quebelly's house for fireworks mayhem tonight since not only do I have to work tomorrow morning, but my hope that I would have someone else to make sure I don't get lost on way to the assignment decided I could handle things on my own and is cool with just meeting up. Just peachy.

I have no fandom news worth note today. I just want to say that yesterday clearly sucked in every way possible and I apologize to anyone who had to speak with me.