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changelingAHAHA. It is my life. Look! The bunny is wearing a baggy green!
Hum. Well, New Year's last night. It was a quiet affair at Steph's, that included my first ever game of Risk. 'Twas great fun, tho' I missed Alpha Centauri and its gameplay that allows one to form alliances. Steph and I were definitely not agreeing to divide Africa between us. No, not us.
Hedda was missed. She went home early, before we even had the countdown. I wish she'd at least said goodbye, but I daresay she had her reasons.
Things I discovered: I am really over alcohol. Really, really. I have had perhaps eight to ten glasses this past year (although I seem to recall one astounding night when I probably consumed two thirds of my yearly amount in absinthe1), due in part to my disinterest in alcohol, and in part to the fact that I have largely been poor. So while I've probably spent a record amount of time in pubs, I have had a tiny amount of alcohol. And I'm just not interested anymore. I have no desire for the slightest taste of alcohol. I'm way more interested in orange juice or tea. So there you go. Interesting little titbit, if you're me; rather boring if you're anyone else.
Left at four-ish to drive home. Had the most ghastly headache that developed into nausea rather unpleasantly, also had managed to neglect to bring so much as a change of underwear, and I wanted to get some corset sewing done today (if I don't finish projects quickly I lose my enthusiasm and they stay half done). Didn't start getting tired until I was two-thirds of the way home (even at four a.m. it is the best part of an hour's drive from Steph's). Stopped a couple of times in a service lane as I frequently do when driving home at that hour, but headache was too bad to allow me to sleep, even for five minutes. Had to rely on closing eyes for a bit and hoping that would help keep me alert. Whenever I got drowsy I just focused on my headache, and the sheer skull-crushing PAIN helped keep me awake.
As predicted, I got home just as my parents were getting up. They had to take Littlest to the airport as she is flying out to the States today, then they are taking off on a trip.
Finished all the stitching for my corset today. Well, I finished as much as I could to without having a busk or any boning, so at the moment I have four pieces: the left-hand side, both fabric and lining, and the right-hand side, both fabric and lining. The corset's designed to be essentially in two pieces, connected by the busk and laces anyway, so I'm halfway there, in a sense. I'm convinced it must be an underbust, because it's even shorter than my shop-bought corset. It's starting to look like a corset, too. It already won't lie flat (note to self: next time, iron the damn seams as you do them rather than planning on doing them after all the stitching is done). I'm excited. Really wish I could just put in another day's work (accompanied by the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy radio series and/or Lost, of course) and just get it finished, but until I purchase a busk and boning, it just can't be done. Wish I knew where to find such things. Asked two different people at Spotlight and neither were helpful, damn them. May have to end up purchasing my busk from teh intarnet if I can't find a local stockist soon.
... didn't I post this about four hours ago? Apparently not. Ah, well.
Have work tomorrow. This is a nuisance, as I had hoped to attend the weekly Akashan Paganism in the Park discussion (my term, not theirs). They're covering the god and goddess this week ... one of my favourite topics.
Oh, and though everyone else has posted it, I feel it's pertinent and want a recording of it in my journal:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't to forget make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
- Neil Gaiman.
1Which I would link you to, were I able to find it. This is increasing my desire to spend several days and index my journal in my memories section for easy referencing. Yes, I have seriously thought about essentially creating endmatter for my journal. I'm such a publishing geek.
Hum. Well, New Year's last night. It was a quiet affair at Steph's, that included my first ever game of Risk. 'Twas great fun, tho' I missed Alpha Centauri and its gameplay that allows one to form alliances. Steph and I were definitely not agreeing to divide Africa between us. No, not us.
Hedda was missed. She went home early, before we even had the countdown. I wish she'd at least said goodbye, but I daresay she had her reasons.
Things I discovered: I am really over alcohol. Really, really. I have had perhaps eight to ten glasses this past year (although I seem to recall one astounding night when I probably consumed two thirds of my yearly amount in absinthe1), due in part to my disinterest in alcohol, and in part to the fact that I have largely been poor. So while I've probably spent a record amount of time in pubs, I have had a tiny amount of alcohol. And I'm just not interested anymore. I have no desire for the slightest taste of alcohol. I'm way more interested in orange juice or tea. So there you go. Interesting little titbit, if you're me; rather boring if you're anyone else.
Left at four-ish to drive home. Had the most ghastly headache that developed into nausea rather unpleasantly, also had managed to neglect to bring so much as a change of underwear, and I wanted to get some corset sewing done today (if I don't finish projects quickly I lose my enthusiasm and they stay half done). Didn't start getting tired until I was two-thirds of the way home (even at four a.m. it is the best part of an hour's drive from Steph's). Stopped a couple of times in a service lane as I frequently do when driving home at that hour, but headache was too bad to allow me to sleep, even for five minutes. Had to rely on closing eyes for a bit and hoping that would help keep me alert. Whenever I got drowsy I just focused on my headache, and the sheer skull-crushing PAIN helped keep me awake.
As predicted, I got home just as my parents were getting up. They had to take Littlest to the airport as she is flying out to the States today, then they are taking off on a trip.
Finished all the stitching for my corset today. Well, I finished as much as I could to without having a busk or any boning, so at the moment I have four pieces: the left-hand side, both fabric and lining, and the right-hand side, both fabric and lining. The corset's designed to be essentially in two pieces, connected by the busk and laces anyway, so I'm halfway there, in a sense. I'm convinced it must be an underbust, because it's even shorter than my shop-bought corset. It's starting to look like a corset, too. It already won't lie flat (note to self: next time, iron the damn seams as you do them rather than planning on doing them after all the stitching is done). I'm excited. Really wish I could just put in another day's work (accompanied by the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy radio series and/or Lost, of course) and just get it finished, but until I purchase a busk and boning, it just can't be done. Wish I knew where to find such things. Asked two different people at Spotlight and neither were helpful, damn them. May have to end up purchasing my busk from teh intarnet if I can't find a local stockist soon.
... didn't I post this about four hours ago? Apparently not. Ah, well.
Have work tomorrow. This is a nuisance, as I had hoped to attend the weekly Akashan Paganism in the Park discussion (my term, not theirs). They're covering the god and goddess this week ... one of my favourite topics.
Oh, and though everyone else has posted it, I feel it's pertinent and want a recording of it in my journal:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't to forget make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
- Neil Gaiman.
1Which I would link you to, were I able to find it. This is increasing my desire to spend several days and index my journal in my memories section for easy referencing. Yes, I have seriously thought about essentially creating endmatter for my journal. I'm such a publishing geek.
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