One week ago
Mood:  not sure

One week ago, I was on a LONG ass bus ride back to Orlando to get back and do my stuff.

Greyhound had different plans, as online it said 2 bags on the bus and 2 checked-in.  It's one and one.  Still pisses me off!  I have stuff still in Orlando waiting for me right now.

After the... 8 hour or so ride, I got to my friend's house (around 4:30 am), and slept for about 2 hours.  As Thursday began, I had my camera ready to take pictures of places around town (some new, some old, some gone but I didn't take those pics).  Shopping I did, and remembered what I missed.

Friday was pretty much the same, although, I didn't get to go to Cocoa Beach/Melbourne/Merit Island.  Maybe next summer (I'm still pondering Megacon in March).

Saturday: I made my former sidekick take ME out.  It was going to see a friend at a comic book store, Bad Apple Comics.  He knew more about Dr Who than The Dum-Dum!  OY!  The two had a nice chat as I searched for what to buy!  So, finally at 1pm, we got to the GoG party!

I fixed the TARDIS console (more or less; gonna get a EASY button for it next year), dealt with the same old stuff (a few more people which is always nice), I WILL be auctioneer from now on (still waiting for MORE people to POST on my Dr Who newsgroup on Google), Dum-Dum watched 5 episodes of TORCHWOOD (really dark I heard; haven't had time to watch the original showings), Watched Time Crash (twice), took some pictures, re-did the epilogue for my film (mentioned some names as well), and though my episodes of Solid Ground were not seen (time restricted, children around, typical mis-planning), to attend a Guardians of Gallifrey gathering once a year is fine by me.  Funny thing was, because all the memories rushed back, I became "The Valeyard" again, all dark and gloomy.  Such is life.

Sunday was the time to get back here.  I didn't see some people (either in LOS ANGELES for vacation or time restrictions/location problems), and though it will be a couple of years before I get back to what I'm used to (and have to find a full-time job, as I didn't win anything in the Florida lottery, again), it was important for me to leave this place for a few days.

I hate being back.  Getting to work, being treated like garbage, dealing with all the stupid people that obviously don't know how to read (or have a conscience, I mean, look what happened to my friend, Chace's, Spectre-1)!  My right arm still feels like it's asleep.  I haven't found any new Star Wars stuff (but it's still better here than in Orlando).  I just feel that even though I had my problems in Orlando, I was still able to venture out and feel free.  Here, not so much.

I have to clean up everything.  I've got boxes and stuff lying everywhere.  I just can't focus.  I still haven't finished my story yet, though I have just thought about not doing one scene I was planning, especially since one of the people who "portrays" one of the characters is now in a new relationship (and though I knew it would eventually happen), it's good that I decided to change it.  I do have an idea of being Davros and even a Cyberman for different stories.

But I'm a creep.  I'm a loser.  I don't belong here.