Neeeeed sleeeeeep
Hyeah, I'm turning into Those People who IM about fires in their wastebaskets instead of putting them out. On the other hand, there are now a whole friggin' lot of orange-ginger-cranberry-cherry scones in the refrigerator, and all the pieces of my brand-spanking-new cobbled-together Yomiko Readman hall costume have been washed. Now if only Friday night's henna would act as if it wanted to stay on my palm instead of seeming to cause my skin to rapidly exfoliate, I'd be very happy. (No, it's not "black henna;" I've hennaed myself a lot, so I know what's real and what's crap. I've been going to these people for years and have never had the really dark layer peel like this, so I'm assuming for now that it's just something my skin is doing on its own. It'll probably be pretty pathetic by con time unless I touch it up Wednesday night with the last of my old frozen stash. Meh.)