I'm making the best pissed-off face you've ever seen, only you can't see it. I reserve the right to keep my ultra-pissed-off face to myself. But I'm so pissed. So very, very pissed.
It turns out I am indeed presenting my bib paper on the 8th instead of the 15th. Curses! Now that I'm here, parked on my bed and ready to write, NOTHING. Not a damn word is bubbling up except "Fuck it. I'm tired."