Sunday, Oct. 03, 2010 - 7:52 p.m.

Ok, so get this. Somehow, I'll be goddamned if I know how, but somehow despite our trying to coordinate on this since very early in the year, J will be traveling to a conference next weekend. Next weekend, which was to be my final farmers' market art show of the season.

How did this happen? I sent him my show schedule early on, and he certainly sent me dates of his proposed travel. I'm not interested in laying blame (which can surely be slathered around liberally), but wtf? How did I not notice it until today?

Well, at least I did fuck-all to prepare for it. That's something.

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