I Am A Jerk
So… we were supposed to go to Joplin this morning for HurleyCon — we being Fraction and I. We were meeting a bunch of other KC Comics folks out there and driving back this evening. We arranged for Miss April to come look after Henry for the day, asked Xtop to walk the dogs… we were all set. Then I freaked out. It was to be my first day away from the boy for more than a couple of hours at a time and I… I just wasn’t ready, I guess. I had nightmares. I cried. I bailed.
Last minute. Very unprofessional.
Anyway, I feel shitty about it. Apparently some girls came by the con to see me and hearing that I hadn’t made it, turned around and left. I just heard about this and aside from being shocked and flattered, I’m also embarrassed and ashamed. So… I don’t know who you are, but if I disappointed you, leave me a comment here, or drop me an e-mail and I’ll figure something out. (Maybe I can get Niles to sign something for you too…?)
Poor Henry. I’m going to have to learn to be away from him for more than an hour at a time, but I think going from an hour or so to being away for a full day trip was just too much, too fast. I need baby steps.
Tomorrow I’m going to go work at a cafe for a couple of hours and see how that goes.
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- Published:
- 03.09.08 / 3pm
- Category:
- autobioboring



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