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To Do today:
- Make 2 double batches of artichoke dip.
- Lunch, makeup, the usual leaving the house prep.
- Be at a friend's house by 4:00 for a small Christmas Eve dinner.
- Finish wrapping presents. The ones left are the Stroppy One's, so he obviously can't help.
All of this is a bit ... compressed, because I rolled out of bed at 11:14. Which, I won't lie, is earlier than I have been getting up recently.
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Anyway, yesterday was not great, because my feeling low came to a head and I apparently woke up with bad brain chemistry, so there was sobbing and whatnot. So I went to the spa for 3 hours and read fic and trashy vampire novels. And later that night a friend came over, I plied her with drinks (she's going through rough times, enough so that I email her every few days to remind her to Eat A Solid Food), and we flailed at each other about Hannibal.
Her: There's no point to me writing Hannibal fic. It would be food porn, suit porn, and a tiny amount of smut.
Me: I AM YOUR TARGET AUDIENCE WRITE ME FIC.
Also, we may have made vague absinthe-fueled plans for her to cosplay as a Victorian version of Hannibal, and me as a Victorian dress interpretation of the Dire Ravenstag. (Yeah, this will mean I have to wear antlers, but Dire Ravenstag! Feather covered bustle and capelet!)
- Make 2 double batches of artichoke dip.
- Lunch, makeup, the usual leaving the house prep.
- Be at a friend's house by 4:00 for a small Christmas Eve dinner.
- Finish wrapping presents. The ones left are the Stroppy One's, so he obviously can't help.
All of this is a bit ... compressed, because I rolled out of bed at 11:14. Which, I won't lie, is earlier than I have been getting up recently.
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Anyway, yesterday was not great, because my feeling low came to a head and I apparently woke up with bad brain chemistry, so there was sobbing and whatnot. So I went to the spa for 3 hours and read fic and trashy vampire novels. And later that night a friend came over, I plied her with drinks (she's going through rough times, enough so that I email her every few days to remind her to Eat A Solid Food), and we flailed at each other about Hannibal.
Her: There's no point to me writing Hannibal fic. It would be food porn, suit porn, and a tiny amount of smut.
Me: I AM YOUR TARGET AUDIENCE WRITE ME FIC.
Also, we may have made vague absinthe-fueled plans for her to cosplay as a Victorian version of Hannibal, and me as a Victorian dress interpretation of the Dire Ravenstag. (Yeah, this will mean I have to wear antlers, but Dire Ravenstag! Feather covered bustle and capelet!)
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also - Sobbing, its whats for Christmas this year. Yesterday, and today. And probably tomorrow. and just ugh.
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So my antlers didn´t attach very well, but I think that can be fixed by making the base wider. They were made by making a wire skeleton in the shape you want them to be, then wrapping masking tape around that, then crumpled up newspaper, then another layer of masking tape. Do this until you have a shape which pleases you, then paint or cover with fabric. Like papermache for impatient people.
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Good on you also for keeping your friend going too during rough seasons. I agree with the above comment that absinthe-fueled plans can be the best plans!
Merry Christmas to you, with love and gratitude!
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I think that is like 50% of Hannibal fic, lol. There is definitely more of an audience for that than just you!
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... I'm not even in Hannibal fandom (yet...), but I'd probably read that. I feel like her potential audience is actually quite substantial!