OMG costume angst!
I hate over thinking things. It's so not a big deal, but all of a sudden I'm wracked with nerves and doubt over my costume for work tomorrow. Dressing like Mrs. Lovett should be ridiculously easy-- I've got scads of long, full skirts and piles of boots stacked along my bedroom wall. All I really have to do is combine one of those skirts with my black corset and a sheer-sleeved shirt, dust my face with baby powder and heavy eye makeup, pull my hair into poofy pigtail things, and stomp into the office brandishing my rolling pin. Way less effort (and far more practical) than the plague doctor plan. But of course, I'm currently sorting through the aforementioned skirts and sheer-sleeved shirts, and NOTHING LOOKS RIGHT! Suddenly, I'm tremendously unhappy with my costume options. This happens every year, though. Performance anxiety, I suppose. Pfft.
Not that it really matters all that much, anyway. I mean, dude, I'm just going to sit at my desk all day processing credit memos, organizing repairs, and taking box orders. I'm just going to be doing the same thing I do every day, surrounded by the same people I see every day. I'm just going to be doing it in my corset. The expectations aren't nearly as high as they are for Drac's Ball (and even though I know my steampunk valkyrie getup is pretty solid, I'm going to have the same "I'm FUCKED" feeling on Saturday afternoon and having second thoughts at pairing my goggles with my valkyire helm. Pathetic? You betcha!).
In other news, 25.5 hours until NaNoWriMo 2008 beings! And only 47.3 hours before I post my first "OMG MY NOVEL SUCKS WHAT WAS I THINKING?!" entry. Brace yourselves for that little slice of fun. ::evil grin::
Not that it really matters all that much, anyway. I mean, dude, I'm just going to sit at my desk all day processing credit memos, organizing repairs, and taking box orders. I'm just going to be doing the same thing I do every day, surrounded by the same people I see every day. I'm just going to be doing it in my corset. The expectations aren't nearly as high as they are for Drac's Ball (and even though I know my steampunk valkyrie getup is pretty solid, I'm going to have the same "I'm FUCKED" feeling on Saturday afternoon and having second thoughts at pairing my goggles with my valkyire helm. Pathetic? You betcha!).
In other news, 25.5 hours until NaNoWriMo 2008 beings! And only 47.3 hours before I post my first "OMG MY NOVEL SUCKS WHAT WAS I THINKING?!" entry. Brace yourselves for that little slice of fun. ::evil grin::