The weekend after Further Confusion was the day I returned to work at the swap meet. The guy I help out at my space was happy to see me back and glad that I'm getting to travel and do things. He's been really nice to me lately. He knew that I took the previous weekend off to go to the furry convention. He asked me if I enjoyed the homosexual rave. Sometimes, he says strange things to me like jokes about how gay I am while saying all kinds of really gay stuff like telling me that I'm cute. Lately, I've been in a subby mood for some reason so it amuses me. So far he hasn't said or asked me anything about the scarf that I have been wearing which is the the one Coony gave me. The day ended out with me having to get the tickets from the owner of the property who I call The King Of The Swap Meet who was taking a long time to finish them out. I dreaded having to do this. He acted insulted that I asked about them but he was just messing with me. Ah well. Another Sunday at the swap meet. Thanks to anyone who put up with reading all this. Sorry about that.