Stupid, stupid insomnia. I took a Sonata around 12:30 last night (when it was apparent that it was going to be one of Those Nights) ... and was awake until sometime after 4AM. Yes, every now and then I have a bout of insomnia that laughs and laughs at anything I may try to conquer it with. Everything feels just slightly out of my reach and/or out of focus today, wheee.
Of course, I have a firm belief that dressing up makes one feel better, so I give you Shallow Fashion Details, Queen of Insomnia version:
Percolating in the back of my brain is a(nother) big essay on Being A Goth; the difference between those who grew into it and those who grew out of it ("It's just a phase"), why it's okay for us to gently mock ourselves (but why we get cross when others treat us as a joke), and why some parts of the cliché are more difficult for people to admit to or embrace than others. But, alas, that essay will have to wait until after I've gotten a bit more sleep.
... okay, after I've gotten a bit more sleep, written a certain thing for
theda and
balzacq, and dithered a bit more about what I'm going to wear to the Dead Can Dance concert on Sunday. But I will eventually write it, I swear.
Of course, I have a firm belief that dressing up makes one feel better, so I give you Shallow Fashion Details, Queen of Insomnia version:
- Black glittery ballet flats.
- Black mesh tights (FYI: Target has quite the selection of fishnet & mesh tights right now).
- Knee-length skully skirt (worn with a white petticoat), made for me by the fabulously talented
angldst. - Black bat-wing hem, princess-seamed frock coat w/ Mandarin collar, made for me by the also fabulously talented
bluejay23. (Yes, this is pretty much my ideal jacket. I will probably have Jay make them for me for the rest of our unnatural lives.) - Hair in two low ponytails under the usual top hat, antique cameo at the neck of the jacket, the sparkly "perkygoth" bracelet, and the charm bracelet I made, plus the usual rings.
- My glasses (contacts were not even to be thought of this morning), a light dusting of Aromaleigh mineral foundation, palepale pink shimmer eyeshadow, black mascara, and MAC 'media' lipstick.
Percolating in the back of my brain is a(nother) big essay on Being A Goth; the difference between those who grew into it and those who grew out of it ("It's just a phase"), why it's okay for us to gently mock ourselves (but why we get cross when others treat us as a joke), and why some parts of the cliché are more difficult for people to admit to or embrace than others. But, alas, that essay will have to wait until after I've gotten a bit more sleep.
... okay, after I've gotten a bit more sleep, written a certain thing for
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Sonesta seems to have very little effect on me as well, fwiw.
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Thankfully, I don't get nights like that very often. I usually do drop off after a couple of hours, instead of 4 or 5.
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I am having my own version of that this week.
I am always up for ranting and kibbitzing on the topic of old school, you know that. In case you want help with gelling those thoughts.
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