Damn it, there wasn’t supposed to be a Rocket Report tonight. I dropped by the store briefly at 5:30 to sign myself out for the night before (I’d forgotten to sign us out.) Ryan never showed up. I called him. He didn’t call back until well after he was supposed to start. He’s still stuck in Texas. He had a good excuse, and he fucked up on the “informing eveyone” thing, but it didn’t change the fact that I had to work, when I really was supposed to be home writing and being creative and cleaning my stove.
Man I hate that.