And so, the weekend.
Today, I wound up spending pretty much, well, today with Cat, Rey, and their friend Adrian, who afforded us the rare opportunity to wander the Valley Fair Mall with a battering ram of our very own (AKA, 'her wheelchair'). People are sometimes kind of dicks about letting wheelchairs through. People sometimes don't actually need to continue having skin on their heels. Heh. Heh. Heh.
The mall was a lot of fun. I didn't buy anything but a smoothie -- and it was 'drink the smoothie' or 'eat somebody's small child' -- but I tried on a lot of bras at Victoria's Secret, and made the disturbing discovery that I am now a 38D, which is one cup size less than I've been for my entire adult life. Good: more cute bras. Bad: my brain is slightly broken by this news, and I haven't fully processed it yet.
I also obtained a huuuuuuge stack of the uber-cool Veronica Mars promo postcards, thanks to Rey, and we have a bead on getting me all the mall's giant VM posters. Which will be sweet beyond words, given that it'll allow us to do some fun things for charity. More as it emerges.
Today's important lesson: doing more than half an hour of heavy-duty DDR when I haven't eaten? Yeah, that's not as good of an idea as it seems at the time. Just saying.
Last night on the plane, I kicked off Newsflesh, and am being slightly bewildered by how quickly Georgia's voice is coming clean and clear. I'm still working on Lycanthropy, and actually need to send the next installment to my proofreaders, but I think I'm going to wind up tag-teaming the two, which, since Newsflesh was meant to be waaaaaaay down the 'to be written' list, is slightly vexing.
And now, having shaken the contents of my brain onto the page like leaves, having eaten a large salad, and showered, and put on my slutty black gothic nightgown, I will yawn, and stretch, and go to sleep.
G'night.
The mall was a lot of fun. I didn't buy anything but a smoothie -- and it was 'drink the smoothie' or 'eat somebody's small child' -- but I tried on a lot of bras at Victoria's Secret, and made the disturbing discovery that I am now a 38D, which is one cup size less than I've been for my entire adult life. Good: more cute bras. Bad: my brain is slightly broken by this news, and I haven't fully processed it yet.
I also obtained a huuuuuuge stack of the uber-cool Veronica Mars promo postcards, thanks to Rey, and we have a bead on getting me all the mall's giant VM posters. Which will be sweet beyond words, given that it'll allow us to do some fun things for charity. More as it emerges.
Today's important lesson: doing more than half an hour of heavy-duty DDR when I haven't eaten? Yeah, that's not as good of an idea as it seems at the time. Just saying.
Last night on the plane, I kicked off Newsflesh, and am being slightly bewildered by how quickly Georgia's voice is coming clean and clear. I'm still working on Lycanthropy, and actually need to send the next installment to my proofreaders, but I think I'm going to wind up tag-teaming the two, which, since Newsflesh was meant to be waaaaaaay down the 'to be written' list, is slightly vexing.
And now, having shaken the contents of my brain onto the page like leaves, having eaten a large salad, and showered, and put on my slutty black gothic nightgown, I will yawn, and stretch, and go to sleep.
G'night.