So, I filled up
ten new icon spots, only twenty to go, shouldn't be much of a problem. It's a labor of love, I swear. Though I think I've hit a whole new level of fangirlishness.
Holy fuck, I seem to have gone straight through the maelstrom that was January and February and out the other side, worse for the wear, but still alive. March is going to be a break, I think. Then April's going to be Toronto and May is going to be Hell. *cheerful*
I should probably actually do my homework now that the play's over and I have no excuse not to. Well, okay, that's unfair, I did do some of it, just not most of it.
*blissfully ignores own comments* Oh, and
miserelies, I swear, I'll type it up tomorrow. And
roseanna, I have a few pictures you're going to die at. *g* Might be on pre-matinee, will be on post-matinee. I can't believe my show is ending. ;_;
Mind you, I'll like not being called "butch" and "creepy" every few minutes, but I'll miss the show. Not necessarily the people.
Speaking of that. Should go to sleep. Yes. Going. Good night.