Frankly My Dear
I have an eight page analytical essay and a hundred lines of ancient greek translation due in a little over twelve hours. Naturally, it is at this point that I decide to finally update my long-abandoned eljay. Ah, such is life.
In other news, Fanime has come and gone, fourteen of the fifteen costumes I made have been worn, frivolity has been had, and the throbbing in my feet still has not gone away. Nevertheless! it was probably the best Fanime I've ever had, and now, alas, I feel adrift in a sea of not having to sew anything for the next month. Or perhaps I'll get started on Lottie early. The joys of making of my own hoop skirt await me.
In other news, Fanime has come and gone, fourteen of the fifteen costumes I made have been worn, frivolity has been had, and the throbbing in my feet still has not gone away. Nevertheless! it was probably the best Fanime I've ever had, and now, alas, I feel adrift in a sea of not having to sew anything for the next month. Or perhaps I'll get started on Lottie early. The joys of making of my own hoop skirt await me.