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I got jolted awake this morning by a crying baby. I roll out of bed, put on my glasses and go to see what the fuss is about. As I step around the corner to look into the crib, my foot makes contact with something cold and wet. What the...? One of the cats yakked me a present and I've just stepped in it. Great.

The baby's fine (it may have been a nightmare or even the sudden noise of a garbage truck), but now I really have to pee, so I hobble to the bathroom, careful about not putting my pukey foot on the floor and empty my bladder. Then I clean up my foot and the two puddles of yak (one on the hardwood that I stepped in and the other on the rug) before feeding the baby (who, thankfully, wasn't screaming for food).

I don't think anyone would call this an ideal morning. :P

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My feet are now really swollen. Craptastic.

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I can't believe how disappointed I am right now.

It's hot in our apartment, so hot, in fact, that we decided to spend money we just couldn't afford on lunch in an air conditioned place. After that we ran a few errands before coming home, where the heat is at near stifling levels.

I had to pick up some photos that were ready at Bents. So fuzzpsych parked the car but left the engine idling (to keep the air conditioning going...with the baby in the car, it was necessary) and I walked across the street to pick them up. I had to go by the high end (?) women's clothing shop called Seasons. And it was in the window that I saw a tank top (I guess, it didn't have anything that I would call sleeves) that is more appropriate for T-Shirt Hell than a fashionable (?) clothing store in uptown Waterloo. Are you ready? The shirt was green and in pink lettering across the chest it said "Melon Cooler". How's that for classy?

After that it was a quick trip to Now and Then. Which is where my disappointment begins. (Quick backstory: Because of the whole initial Shannon thing, I was unable to get back to Now and Then in a timely fashion and my box was dissolved. I had it reinstated and did my best to get to the store at regular-ish intervals.) I go in, say hello to Gerrald and go to my sub box. Which is completely empty. It wasn't when I was there last, but it is now.

What the...?

So I talk to Gerrald for a bit and find out that my sub box has been dissolved AGAIN without warning or a phone call or anything. Just gone. Years of loyalty thrown out the window for the sake of commerce.

Okay. To be fair to the new owner, it has been about 6 weeks since I was there last, but to dissolve my sub box without a phone call asking me to come in when I know that my number is on file feels like a kick to the head with steel-toed boots.

So right now I'm of two minds: on the one hand, I want to call Dave and get this all sorted out so I can have my sub box again, but on the other, I wonder if it's even worth it and just quit collecting comics altogether (or, at the very least, quit going to Now and Then altogether).

I feel betrayed and I'm disappointed that my loyalty isn't worth a lousy phone call.