Haaaate.

Saturday is going to be a disaster.

Unc's stupid twat of a receptionist booked the wrong flight for me home, so I will now be flying from Seattle to fucking Dallas/Fort Worth before heading in to Saint Louis. To make matters worse, I have just been informed that neither of them will be picking me up at the airport.

MiniFam will "be asleep," and Unc will be "out with [stripper who is as old as I am.]"

Nice to see you guys, too.