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Hm. Things have gone wrong in a rather interesting manner.

Essentially, as it turns out, despite my evidence to the contrary, my flight is not in fact today, but tomorrow. Neither the airline nor the website I booked through is certain as to whose fault it is, and so neither of them are ponying up to pay for a place to sleep for me (or, for, say, food) and research indicates that the cheapest room I can get tonight is rather a lot of money, so I'm going to bum around the airport for a day.

At least they don't have me booked on for yesterday. THAT would have been much worse.

Hi everyone! I'm not dead, just delayed.

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I am writing this from a public terminal (one pound = ten minutes. Good grief!) because I tripped and dropped my netbook and now there is a giant crack across the screen and I can't USE it. None of these shops sell regular old paper notebooks, so I can't even WRITE on anything, and I admit I'm feeling a bit weepy. I have damage coverage on the damn thing with Staples, but much good that does me now.

Mum, I know you're reading this, please forgive me the language, but I feel it's called for:

FUCK. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.

I am so pissed at myself right now.

(I'm fine, but even if I weren't, I heal on my own, damnit. I have to actually get this thing fixed, and there's not a snowball's chance THAT will happen before Worldcon, and it has all my vacation photos on it. ALL of them. And I've finished my bloody book.)