Last night, I went to the same local restaurant/hangout that my friends and I have been to almost every Friday for nearly 10 years now. I brought a copy of Comicopia with me for a guy who had confirmed would be there. He wasn't.
It burns a lot of my not-unlimited energy to carry stuff heavy like that around all the time. This person seems to take pride in being un-dependable. Good going, pal.
