Pre-Dragon*Con: Prelude To A Dream (Or Nightmare)
The little gnomes that keep my brain running have apparantly gone on strike. Trying to get my thoughts to turn over in my skull is taking actual physical effort. I probably should have gone back to bed with Wyspurr and Brenda after we took Destiny to the bus stop but I thought I'd try to get something done instead. Foolish me. I'm utterly incapable of being useful lately.
My costume isn't done. My hair is bleached but I haven't gotten to dying it yet. We're probably not going to be ready and out of here by the time the panels start. Wyspurr's being stressful and bitchy. Brenda's bus got in late then we took a wrong turn going to pick her up, so we didn't have time to sit down and go over our game plan last night. Aside from Brenda making it here safely and my joy at having her back in Atlanta for a little bit, the best thing about this week has been getting my pawned camera back and being short on rent anyway so being able to say fuck it and short rent more so we can afford to pay Laputa our share of the hotel room.
So, I'm a wee bit stressed. It feel like everything is going all screwy and the only way I can keep from having an emotional meltdown is to just try not to think about anything for more than two seconds. I know I'm going to be getting shit from my landlord Monday over shortpaying the rent, especially since it will be the 13th before we have any money to pay him with. I don't know how the hell we're going to eat for the next week and a half. All I can do for now, though, is try to ignore the impending doom and make the most of this weekend. I have a suspicion that it's going to be the last taste of happiness I get for a while.
Update:
A pic of Brenda courtesy of BigBlack81.
The little gnomes that keep my brain running have apparantly gone on strike. Trying to get my thoughts to turn over in my skull is taking actual physical effort. I probably should have gone back to bed with Wyspurr and Brenda after we took Destiny to the bus stop but I thought I'd try to get something done instead. Foolish me. I'm utterly incapable of being useful lately.
My costume isn't done. My hair is bleached but I haven't gotten to dying it yet. We're probably not going to be ready and out of here by the time the panels start. Wyspurr's being stressful and bitchy. Brenda's bus got in late then we took a wrong turn going to pick her up, so we didn't have time to sit down and go over our game plan last night. Aside from Brenda making it here safely and my joy at having her back in Atlanta for a little bit, the best thing about this week has been getting my pawned camera back and being short on rent anyway so being able to say fuck it and short rent more so we can afford to pay Laputa our share of the hotel room.
So, I'm a wee bit stressed. It feel like everything is going all screwy and the only way I can keep from having an emotional meltdown is to just try not to think about anything for more than two seconds. I know I'm going to be getting shit from my landlord Monday over shortpaying the rent, especially since it will be the 13th before we have any money to pay him with. I don't know how the hell we're going to eat for the next week and a half. All I can do for now, though, is try to ignore the impending doom and make the most of this weekend. I have a suspicion that it's going to be the last taste of happiness I get for a while.
Update:
A pic of Brenda courtesy of BigBlack81.