Wouldn’t you know it that on the second day of Princess Camp I totally hate it?  Is three-years old to young for a two hour camp…YES.  I say this because I just CAN’T seem to shake the two-year-olds that somehow managed to sneak their way into camp.  This fills me with rage that I have to squelch when complimenting their charming fairy ensembles.  (So, when I said, “They have to be three when they walk in the door” over the phone the parent chose to IGNORE this?!) Oh, and this is the day the front desk person called in sick and the baby toilet exploded its watery contents all over the floor.  The press release for promo week was due today but our internet was down…which rendered my job useless.  In fact, if you remove access to my remote desktop my work load screeches to a halt.  So much of what I do is blabbing online to various co-workers about class descriptions, field emails from parents looking for a class for their 2 year old and their four year old, and it just goes on and on.  Our office manager is in Thailand for 6 weeks and bless her heart I felt a hideous sense of betrayal today.

On top of this I am tackling my zine for the Symposium in two weeks…wait, one and a half weeks (HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?)  Gina and I will once again representing so if you’re in the Portland area on August 11, c’mon down (Sam’s wedding is the next day so I GUESS we’ll skip Sunday’s tabling).  The zine is called KIN, and yes, it pays tribute to some very special people in my life.

I’m drinking.  Bladder be damned.