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Feb 19, 2009 17:00

Tomorrow morning I'm off to battle a weekend demon called Wicked Faire. I will be armed with a shield made of marabou feathers, lace garters, pasties, and my Weapon of Ass Destruction. I have 6 performances to do for Saturday and Sunday and in between, a glass of mimosa will keep me together. I'm not in my greatest of health, but I have complete confidence that this weekend will go flawlessly, provided I don't accidentally cut open Joey's stomach by accident.

No Whining: I'm still at the tail end of my sickness. Still stuffy and congested and the less than frequent mucus-in-lungs cough still hangs around, but DayQuill seems to be helping. My neck and shoulders are hurting like I pulled something in it. Damned Ben & Jerry's and their continuous scooping and scraping down the hard as a rock ice creams. Oh, and like Sandy it might be a nice visit from the blood fairy this weekend. I'm already bloated and my boobs hurt, so, great. I get to complain and act like a bitch when things don't go as planned then cry when my cramps start and whine about how I hate everything.

Light a Fire Under My Ass: I have a list of things that still need to be done by tomorrow, like spray painting my guns, laundry, finalizing my costume pieces, shopping, making food to bring, making pasties, and one last rehearsal of everything in costume.

Well, I'd better bounce from the puter and get cracking :)
Witch me luck!!
<3
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