*pacepacepace*

Aug 23, 2007 23:38

My sister is getting married on Saturday. I'm officiating. I just finished assembling the beautiful scrapbook version of the script. I can't type straight. I can barely think straight. I wonder why nithogg hasn't called to say he's on a BART train yet... Oh, there he has.

I have put on my other new sandal, because I caught myself painlessly poking at my pinkie toe earlier (a month of keeping it under wraps has not been kind to the skin), and realized that howevermuch the rest of my foot may ache, my toe is fine. So I'm wearing one broken-in new sandal and one untouched new sandal and this feels very strange.

I'm waiting for my laundry to get done. I found the other teal shirt that will go better with my jewelry, even if it's slightly less formal - the Tienda Ho skirt and robe will more than make up for it, I think.

The only out-standing project I have is optional - take the linking chain off my silver hairsticks and adorn them with pearls and crystals to match my necklace.

I would literally be pacing if I wasn't still mostly wary of my foot out of habit. So I'm typing the way I would pace. Taptap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tpa tpat pat pat ap tpa apt apt pta atp.....

*runs around in little circles trying not to break anything, like a Bull in a China Shop*

--Ember--

pagan, gauntlet

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