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The party was quite nice last night, even though I spent three hours doing makeup and hair and still was far from happy with it. Some days it works and some days it doesn't, and I don't think it did. Some days I look great but I can't get a decent picture to save my life. I think yesterday was one of those days when nothing was working. We made it up to the club with no problems. I wish I'd photographed Steven, he looked fucking incredible. He'd borrowed a little black velvet Twiggy-style dress and had his dreds all neatened and pulled up with lipstick and eyebrows and prettiness, torn fishnet stockings, boots, garter belt, the whole gorgeous mess. I decided against entering the costume contet because one of my friends was dressed as Cruella DeVille and she'd done a damned good job of it and I wanted her to win, which she did. The music downstairs sucked, the music upstairs was much better and the laser show was pretty great as well. They spun a lot of really great songs and I did plenty of dancing and a bit of drinking as well. But I'd been tired all night as I only had a few hours of sleep and had been up since 9am so we left long before the timechange and got no benefit from it. Almost fell asleep several times on the way home. Stopped at White Castle, got home. I was fed just one nice-sized mushroom and ate it against my better judgement, as I was sick and was sure this would be a bad idea. But like a dumbass I ate it anyway. Before too long it hit my mostly empty stomach (I hadn't eaten my burger yet) and I was twice as sleepy and three times as cold as I was before. Peeled out of my clothes and got into bed in the hopes that I could sleep. No such luck. Lay drifting between various consciousnesses, watching the familiar loved photos in my head slowly have their eyes and teeth replaced from what I knew to greengold monstrous orbs and teeth like angler fish. The light in the room was red but all I could see was this sickly absinthe/snot yellowgreen color that made me feel only sicker than I was. The eye/teeth thing wouldn't stop either no matter how many channels I changed. I was shaking with cold, short of breath, couldn't steer anything anywhere but bad places. I tried to focus on something pleasant and got a five or six second flash of Tim Skold in a black suit with a red shirt and black tie with a cigarette in his hand and his dreds back/up, pulling someone (Manson?) into a little alcove in a wall at a club somewhere and exchanging animated, angry words with them, punctuated by pokes to the chest. But I was out of it again before I knew who he was talking to or heard any of it. Eventually I fell asleep.
Woke up a few hours later just as tired as when I went to bed, but not cold or altered anymore. But it's Halloween, so I have to get up and be cheerful and go buy candy and pumpkins and movies and food and try to be festive because I'll regret it if I go back to bed and sleep through it entirely. My cold is worse. I'm fucking exhausted. I'm annoyed at how last night went, how the night before that went, how today is going. I'm tired of being tired, tired of being sick, tired of things not working correctly. Sick and tired of everything.
So there's your fucking Halloween picture. Yeah, I have more, but I can't be bothered to post them. I plan on getting a lot of sleep tonight so perhaps tomorrow I'll feel better, though I've been saying that for the past week and a half so, fuck it, your guess is as good as mine as to when things will get back to normal.