I woke up this morning with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The generalized anxiety left over from this morning's vivid dreams (involving serial killers, a plane crash, and something unseen chasing me through a desolate urban landscape: the holy triumvirate of Suki's Nightmare World) has given way to a persistent, nameless dread and a jumpy ( Read more... )

I don't know why this bothers me, but it does. A bunch of my KC friends who were all "Road trip! Your wedding's gonna be awesome!" six months ago are bailing on coming now that it's a few weeks away. A good 60% of them haven't even RSVP'd, preferring instead to awkwardly avoid me at an art event many of us converged at recently. WTF ( Read more... )

The skirt is coming along, meaning it has about 2/3 of its construction completed and *theoretically* I can have it done and ready to trim in a few hours. There are lots of things that make sense in theory and not necessarily in practice, however. I have this problem with finishing things, you see ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve always depresses me. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. Other people get depressed at Christmastime, but I can generally hold out until the last day of the year, because I am hardcore that way ( Read more... )