Grr.

Change of plans. We will be leaving Tuesday ahead of the storm and since I'm not being paid for travel time or sitting in a hotel room I'm losing another day of work. At this rate I will be eating cardboard.

There will be pictures. Angry, angry pictures.

So, in a smelly little nutshell* I will be rushing like hell to get somewhere I didn't want to go, a day ahead of schedule, to do things I didn't want to do in the first place, and will only be paid for about twelve hours of it.

I suppose I will bring some goddamned knitting, though I'm more likely to stab people than knit anything. Grumble.

*Random history reference: During the Medieval times it was the height of hilarity to fart into a nutshell, then open the aforementioned nutshell under someone's nose. And no, doing this to someone wouldn't make me any happier right at the moment.