Disappointment Sucks

I'm supposed to be on a train to Boston right now, headed to a lovely two days of standup comedy, food food food, and having immediate responsibility for nobody but myself. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen and some somewhat foreseen circumstances, I'm home. Craig won't be signing my book, I won't be eating lobster ravioli and I'm stuck dealing with strep times five. Well, I hope Craig has a nice trip and gets his ass back to the NE at a time when I can actually see the show. Poopy.