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The end of one fuck of a week
Read a thing about Harry Potter ending. Cried.
Watched Atlantis touch down on earth for the last time. Cried.
Read the farewell email from the Borders CEO. Cried.
(No seriously, where the hell am I supposed to go for bookage? Barnes and Noble is great, but Borders was convenient and had a better cafe, along with smaller stores in malls that are not giant- *coughOakdalecough*)
Looked in vain for a green formal gown that's been hanging in my closet for six years or so that has mysteriously disappeared. (It's only disappeared because I NEED IT OMG. I swear I have an imp that lives on my head that takes my shit, just when I need it, and only to fuck with me. Medieval Studies may have destroyed my faith in Jesus, but not in imps.)
Wound up having breathing problems on top of heatstroke yesterday- which was weird and scary, because my lungs are (with one exception several years ago, bronchitis or something) very healthy. So, headache + nausea + faintness + breathing = unhappy Feather. Just one more thing to add to the list of why I have to be careful in heat, I guess.
In other news, I'm going to try dyeing a wig with sharpie today. I'm a little apprehensive about it. This is, of course, after I finish draping my dress, sewing the front panel, and adding the beadwork.
At some point I have to get to Bing to exchange slides with BA, but I don't want to go because the car doesn't have air conditioning and it's going to get hot again.
Blah.
/bitchfest
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Watched Atlantis touch down on earth for the last time. Cried.
Read the farewell email from the Borders CEO. Cried.
(No seriously, where the hell am I supposed to go for bookage? Barnes and Noble is great, but Borders was convenient and had a better cafe, along with smaller stores in malls that are not giant- *coughOakdalecough*)
Looked in vain for a green formal gown that's been hanging in my closet for six years or so that has mysteriously disappeared. (It's only disappeared because I NEED IT OMG. I swear I have an imp that lives on my head that takes my shit, just when I need it, and only to fuck with me. Medieval Studies may have destroyed my faith in Jesus, but not in imps.)
Wound up having breathing problems on top of heatstroke yesterday- which was weird and scary, because my lungs are (with one exception several years ago, bronchitis or something) very healthy. So, headache + nausea + faintness + breathing = unhappy Feather. Just one more thing to add to the list of why I have to be careful in heat, I guess.
In other news, I'm going to try dyeing a wig with sharpie today. I'm a little apprehensive about it. This is, of course, after I finish draping my dress, sewing the front panel, and adding the beadwork.
At some point I have to get to Bing to exchange slides with BA, but I don't want to go because the car doesn't have air conditioning and it's going to get hot again.
Blah.
/bitchfest
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Plus, it might've turned my forehead yellow. I can't remember.
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Wig dying is intimidating, but isn't that much different from any other dying. Follow the directions and it should be fine. From what I hear. Because I've totally never dyed a wig before.
Boop!
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Be careful in the heat! It's vicious out there.