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Reading/Watching: Dragons of a Fallen Sun

Maybe I'm anal-retentive, maybe I worry too much, but let me just say this:

It is near the end of the year, the choir is getting ready for their final concert, our big fundraiser, and our goodbye banquet. All we ask is that the choristers pay $10/semester dues, and in return they get a shirt, free dinner at the banquet, free admission to the festival where we're fundraising, and a retreat every year at a nice camp with a lake and cabins and everything.

And people are still too cheap to pay.

It really, really, really aggravates me when there's a project I'm dedicated heart and soul to, and more than half the people involved can't stir themselves to give a damn.

Social gatherings? Sure, they're there. Fun and food and freebies, they're all over it. Dues and showing up for rehearsal... ah, there's the rub. And when I have to get on their case about paying the measly ten bucks, I feel like a tyrannical troll.

Pardon me, I must retreat to my cave to sulk.

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