Random entry
Dear humidity, you need to go away. Now. Not only do you make me dread going outside for fear of being cooked alive, you have utterly destroyed my hair. My hair has had a striking resemblance to my icon for the past month now, and no amount of fancy 'anti-frizz' shampoos can make my hair look normal. And how is it scientifically possible that I can walk through a downpour on a humid day and come away more wet from sweat rather than rain?! It boggles the mind.
Also, I need to go out. To do something. Sixty hour weeks are leaving me with no energy or social life to speak of, and I think I'm rapidly becoming one of those crazy hermits who talks to herself or her possesions. I half expect to crouch over my Eleven Doctors set and start calling the figures 'My Precioussssss...' I desperately need to get out and do something soon, before I finally crack. Or die of exhaustion; I'm barely conscious, lately. Not fun. I need to find fans! There aren't any around here; the closest ones all seem to be in Chicago, and they all actually get together and Do Stuff. I'm envious.
And... that's really about all from me. Weather, hermitage, and deranged ramblings. Wow, my life is fun.
Oh, and I had a dream about going down to Albuquerque and actually meeting David Tennant. In the dream, I went with some random fangirl friend I don't have in Real Life, and she was more interested in having David take a photo of her rather than with her. And then, when it was my turn, my camera ran out of batteries and I couldn't get a picture with him. My so-called 'friend' wouldn't take a picture with her camera out of fear that her batteries would run out as well, and I threw a major tantrum and wouldn't let David go anywhere until I got my photo with him. *shudders* Basically, I was everything I strive not to be in this sort of situation.