last-minute costuming

I solved the problem of Buttercup's cleavage. This means an extra layer of clothing, but at least I can wear whatever shoes I want...?

(Explanation: I'm wearing my one piece of SCA garb, the purple dress, as my Buttercup costume. However, Buttercup would not show the amount of cleavage that I do. However, I can layer a... white sheath I suppose is the best way to put it (the remains of The Dress to those who know) under it, which is only visible as something that covers more of my cleavage. And it adds lots of skirt poufiness. It works.)

It also means I'll need help getting into costume (zipping up the back). Assumedly londo, tpau, or learnedax will help (or laura47 if she's hanging around, or...)

Now I must decide what to wear to the dance. THEN I can pack. THEN I can start work on other shit that will take hours to finish, but I can't put off because (a) it's important and (b) I promised.

So much for sleeping tonight. *sigh*

last-minute costuming

I solved the problem of Buttercup's cleavage. This means an extra layer of clothing, but at least I can wear whatever shoes I want...?

(Explanation: I'm wearing my one piece of SCA garb, the purple dress, as my Buttercup costume. However, Buttercup would not show the amount of cleavage that I do. However, I can layer a... white sheath I suppose is the best way to put it (the remains of The Dress to those who know) under it, which is only visible as something that covers more of my cleavage. And it adds lots of skirt poufiness. It works.)

It also means I'll need help getting into costume (zipping up the back). Assumedly londo, tpau, or learnedax will help (or laura47 if she's hanging around, or...)

Now I must decide what to wear to the dance. THEN I can pack. THEN I can start work on other shit that will take hours to finish, but I can't put off because (a) it's important and (b) I promised.

So much for sleeping tonight. *sigh*

staying up too late already

Yay, I'm starting to hallucinate. :P

I almost nodded off, and woke up with the words, "I have such a handy breeding ground," coming off of my fingertips onto the computer. I have no more clue what that means than you do.

I have so little faith in my ability to enjoy this weekend. It's sad.

staying up too late already

Yay, I'm starting to hallucinate. :P

I almost nodded off, and woke up with the words, "I have such a handy breeding ground," coming off of my fingertips onto the computer. I have no more clue what that means than you do.

I have so little faith in my ability to enjoy this weekend. It's sad.

grumpiness

Yes, I understand X, but I want Y and I want it now, dammit, and X and Y seem pretty mutually exclusive and so I'm going to bitch and moan because I am so amazingly exhausted and yet I still have like 20 more hours for which to stay awake.

And no one to blame it on.

grumpiness

Yes, I understand X, but I want Y and I want it now, dammit, and X and Y seem pretty mutually exclusive and so I'm going to bitch and moan because I am so amazingly exhausted and yet I still have like 20 more hours for which to stay awake.

And no one to blame it on.

pre-Intercon sleep

This morning, I managed to lie down in bed to sleep at 5:50. My alarm went off at 6:30, and I woke up and showered.

So, yeah. 40 minutes of sleep. I'm going to be REAL useful today. :P

Sleep dep is already messing me up. I have this stupid urge to get mad at londo - no, there's nothing to get mad at him about. I just feel like it's The Thing To Do (all the cool chicks are getting mad at their boyfriends!) Hard to explain, because it's not for any logical reason whatsoever. It's just because I'm tired and whiny and angsty and blah. At least at the moment I'm lucid enough to not actually get mad at him... *keeps fingers crossed*

I need food.

pre-Intercon sleep

This morning, I managed to lie down in bed to sleep at 5:50. My alarm went off at 6:30, and I woke up and showered.

So, yeah. 40 minutes of sleep. I'm going to be REAL useful today. :P

Sleep dep is already messing me up. I have this stupid urge to get mad at londo - no, there's nothing to get mad at him about. I just feel like it's The Thing To Do (all the cool chicks are getting mad at their boyfriends!) Hard to explain, because it's not for any logical reason whatsoever. It's just because I'm tired and whiny and angsty and blah. At least at the moment I'm lucid enough to not actually get mad at him... *keeps fingers crossed*

I need food.

lack of sleep

I've made it through the first half of the workday. It's now lunchtime, and I plan on going to the back room and sleeping at the table. Good thing my cell phone has an alarm...

lack of sleep

I've made it through the first half of the workday. It's now lunchtime, and I plan on going to the back room and sleeping at the table. Good thing my cell phone has an alarm...

almost outta here!

Be back online Sunday night, or maybe not until Monday morning, depending on how the Con goes.

...hopefully, it goes well.

By the way: STILL SLEEP DEPRI(A)VED

almost outta here!

Be back online Sunday night, or maybe not until Monday morning, depending on how the Con goes.

...hopefully, it goes well.

By the way: STILL SLEEP DEPRI(A)VED