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Insanity, thy gender is female.
Perhaps a little dramatic sounding, but right now? Definately correct. As I type, Janet Whitacker is frantically running around the common room, screeching because her costume has not yet arrived. Everyone online seems to be calm, most likely because all stressful parts of preparing for a Ball are over with. I have a date and a costume. Now, I need to... *sigh* prepare my hair and make-up. It really is ridiculous, how much make-up it takes. Mascara, eye liner, lipstick/gloss, foundation, eyeshadow, blush... I mean, seriously! Lavender tried to convince me that she would do a good job with it but I think I can do it myself. I'm not mentally retarded or anything. But... I have to admit it. I think I looked nice at the Yule Ball. Perhaps I can accomplish 'sort of attractive' again. I should get to work.
Apparently, the first two periods tomorrow are class-free. I'm not planning on spending the whole night awake but I have a very strong feeling I won't get much sleep if no-one else is getting any. So perhaps it's a good thing.
It's only hours away, people. And I think little Janet knows it.