In about six hours I fly off into the wild blue yonder to lose myself in my raccoon's loving arms. The next day, we start the arduous drive up to Brisbane. Is it really happening? Are both our lives getting turned upside down forever?
And I didn't mean what I said about "mundanes" in my previous post. As I admitted to Jason, it was really just one annoying person that put me off, and furry fandom certainly has its fair share of those.