And just before the con too...

Yesterday just blew chunks. For the most part, I won't go into details here, but ... PvP harassment + Horde is best, Alliance sucks "rah-rah-rah" + job going south + being left behind by friends + stewing alone + women things does not make for a pleasant dragon. I went from wanting to bust down crying to grabbing the first person who walked by and biting their head off. Not a good attitude to have right before I leave for a Con.

I've talked things over with Baron & James this morning (which is why I'm actually up before noon) and I do feel better, but I'm still no shining ray of sunlight, if you know what I mean.

But all suckfull days do have their bright spots (all-be-it dim ones) and I at least have more cannon fodder to torture Thermidor with.

Blanc goes Trick-or-Treating... as Shrimpette.
(furter proof that Night Elves can make even gunny sacks look good)