Nnnnngh.
Dearest, darlingest Lilly: I love you, which is why you are not dead dead deady mcdeadcakes, because anybody else who woke me up at three o'clock in the morning by licking my elbow would not only have been put out of the bed, they would probably have been the victim of a horrible rage blackout. As it stands, be glad I only hit you with a pillow.
I feel like hammered crud, largely due to having been woken up at three o'clock in the morning (funny how that works, ain't it?). The cold seems to be returning; my fingers are already semi-numb, and I keep jamming them into my pockets for warmth. Luckily, my abortive cleaning efforts yesterday unlocked the secret of 'where the hell are Seanan's gloves?', and I will now be able to wear them whilst outside, thus hopefully preserving the circulation in my hands. Yay for warmth.
Tonight is 'RENT'. Yaaaay! Because it's an advance screening, they give away a lot of tickets in order to fill the theatre. The show is at seven-thirty. We will be on the line by six-thirty; I'll be buzzing by the theatre to check the line at five-thirty, and will get onto it if it looks like it's growing out of hand. Please show up on-timeish, as the more folks we have cutting to join us, the more likely a lynching becomes. I don't like lynchings. They hurt. (Joey, Kiri, I have a few extra tickets. If you want to join us, please ping me.)
I had something informative, witty, and -- I suspect -- vaguely important to say, but it has gone away, swept off in the haze of early morning endorphins and zombie-like dismay. So if you think of something I was supposed to know, remember, announce or care about, please tell me?
Thanks, y'all. Welcome to Monday.
I feel like hammered crud, largely due to having been woken up at three o'clock in the morning (funny how that works, ain't it?). The cold seems to be returning; my fingers are already semi-numb, and I keep jamming them into my pockets for warmth. Luckily, my abortive cleaning efforts yesterday unlocked the secret of 'where the hell are Seanan's gloves?', and I will now be able to wear them whilst outside, thus hopefully preserving the circulation in my hands. Yay for warmth.
Tonight is 'RENT'. Yaaaay! Because it's an advance screening, they give away a lot of tickets in order to fill the theatre. The show is at seven-thirty. We will be on the line by six-thirty; I'll be buzzing by the theatre to check the line at five-thirty, and will get onto it if it looks like it's growing out of hand. Please show up on-timeish, as the more folks we have cutting to join us, the more likely a lynching becomes. I don't like lynchings. They hurt. (Joey, Kiri, I have a few extra tickets. If you want to join us, please ping me.)
I had something informative, witty, and -- I suspect -- vaguely important to say, but it has gone away, swept off in the haze of early morning endorphins and zombie-like dismay. So if you think of something I was supposed to know, remember, announce or care about, please tell me?
Thanks, y'all. Welcome to Monday.