An hour ago I stopped doing my homework and decided it was time I got a few zines in the mail. I went up to my room and opened my zine drawer. I discovered that I am almost out of Evil Flower #2s and have way too many Evil Flower #1s. But if I sent every #2 I had then there would be enough. I stapled some together that from copies I had made a few days ago and looked for envelopes. Only to discover I only had 3 envelopes.
Which I decided was fine. I'd just send out three and maybe make a few when I had time. Which probably wouldn't be till Sunday. But that was ok! Then I tried to find stamps and found that the only ones in the house were the ones my mom had reserved for bills. But I could at least send one! Because I had a $1 stamp in the pocket of my jeans.
And where were my jeans? I had put them in the wash a few minutes ago. Crap.
I ran down to the basement and fished them out of the washer in the vain hope that the stamp would be alive. But it was soaked. Dead. Completely useless. Trudging upstairs with the saturated stamp in my hand I decided that was enough work on zines for the night. Even if I didn't get any into envelopes at least I had tried. And that sad thing is that is the most I have worked on zines all month.
Tonight was a zine fail. This weekend I plan to get my act together and go get stamps and envelopes and actually send out my trades. Hopefully. Unless life gets in the way again.
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