I printed out the Registration form in order to print out the billing part and I fucking LEFT it downstairs, forgetting to keep it away from busybody family.
So my mom says to me, "You're signing up for an erotica workshop?"
Watch me resume "What is the erotica you speak of? Sex? I know not of that..."
I've submited the data online, so I'm not I'm sure if it took it.
And I've been trying to see if I'll be able to afford the trip.
And now my mom has an inkling into the fic world.
This is not of the good.
Gonna go lie down now.