I think I may have it figured out, why I've been so sad for the past two days. I've been alarmingly emotional for no reason, and it isn't even the right phase of the moon for that. Know what it is - I didn't do anything physical on the 4th or the 5th. I've been walking and doing handweights and in general upping my heartrate every day for a month now. Exercise releases endorphins, and I haven't exercised in two days.
So! I think I'll take a long walk in a few minutes.
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I am still relieved I got my journal back.
tyrsalvia pointed out that it was probably just some 1337 haxx0r bastard. I always forget my name has that meaning to a certain crowd. I only used the name Elite because it was a Deftones song.
My Ravenclaw costume is finished, for all intents and purposes. I got the skirt yesterday. I might not have the robe by Comic Con, but that's alright since it will be pretty hot down there in the middle of July. In other news, also pretty hot? My Ravenclaw costume.
After
this post by Poppy about all her cats and all their different names, I feel a little more sane about Susannah's full name being Clementine/Susannah/Sarah Jane, with the surname Falhurst and the sobriquet the Monster. [Du's first name was Gwaedden and her title is the Witch.]
Okay. Time for that walk. Today is no day to be depressed. Not on Rex Manning Day! Not on Pirates day!