The slim shake (kept in my bag for emergencies) decided explode in my bag this morning.
Borrowed Firefly DVD’s covered – ah well, clean them, or make excuse to buy replacements.
Capes covered: ah well, print another copy…
Then… sob… choke…
Primtime Adventures. Gencon edition. With a personal dedication from Matt, who sent it to me as a gift.
Joking aside, I’m really cut up about this. That little rectangle of wood pulp meant a great deal to me, now, it’s unsalvageable. Have you any idea what milk shake does to paper.
On the bright side: in another section of the bag, separated by a waterproof barrier, was the proofreading manuscript of my novel. Yowzsers, that could have been even worse.