Today was a day of a million errands. I did swing through the spa for a quick facial and eyebrow-shaping in the name of self-care, but mostly I was just running around to banks and such. Such is my glamorous life.
I got to touch fandom a little, though, as I finally took
the Kurt and Blaine bow ties I got via the Glee Auction to the framers to be properly framed. I feel a bit melancholy about putting them behind glass, but the museum-trained person in me needs them to be protected from the sun and whatnot if they're on display. So behind UV-glass they will be. It's not like I'd be that much less melancholy without the glass, anyway, because where I really want them to be is around the throats of the two characters they belong to. But, you know, fictional. And no longer filming. Sigh.
As much as I understand story structure and such, there's a part of me that doesn't understand why books and tv shows and movies - why stories in general - just can't go on forever and ever. Not in a soap opera kind of way, but just more. Life goes on after the last page of a book. I want to see it.
Especially when it's about characters I love.
(Come baaaaack, Glee.)