I don't want to go to the Fangoria convention today. I don't want to have to pile in my tiny little car, and drive all the way from my nice, cool, (nearly)seaside community - all the way into the oppressively hot city, and mill around all day with thousands of obsessed horror fans when there's NO SPIKE TODAY!!! I know, I know, it's my fault I got tickets for the wrong day - but, is this part of the punishment????

Last night, before I crept off to bed, my child said she wasn't sure she still wanted to go to this thing. My niece and her dad are attending tomorrow, when James Marsters will be there, so she said she doesn't care if we go. If I can figure out something really attractive to do - maybe they'll go for it, I can use the tickets for another convention in the future.... Think Dammit!!!

SLAY ON BUFFY!!

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