So here I am at Nexxus's house. He has taken the dilligent task of making the con books for Rain Furrest a convention with registration opening tomorrow.

Now for those of you that had not put that into perspective ... I am at Nexxus's place. I am assembling Con Books for Rain Furrest. The Convention opens registration tomorrow.

I can't fault Nexxus TOO much though. For the past two weeks he has barely been able to walk let alone DO anything. So for the past week I have shuffled him to the emergency room for his back and leg. Worked hard at getting as much done for the books as we can when we can. Not to mention the printer setting us back quite a bit of time leading us to the inevitable crunch after the last minute has already past to get these fuckers done and shipped out overnight.

I have totally lost my sanity and need help getting it back.

Basicly I need conversation with someone other than the binding machine. I have been trying to strike up a conversation with it but it's not very affectionate. The cutter is not very social either.

And that pain medication that Nexxus has been prescribed has had him out like a light and coming around for long enough to make sure that me and Rackett aren't fucking up. My back hurts. my arms hurt and my brain has reached it's limit for information intake and has thus taken a vacation in Miami. If you are in Miami and happen to see my brain can you please tell him to come home? I would greatly appreciate it.