When real things happen to imaginary people

I was very productive last night, and even convinced myself to do 40 minutes on the exercise bike. (The trick, apparently, is to bribe myself with watching part of Life on the Murder Scene (the "Revenge"-era MCR documentary) while pedaling. Shut up, I own my fangirlish ways.)

This morning, I posted a new Gothic Charm School, applied extra-sparkly eye makeup, and while applying my eyeliner decided that to really make today better than yesterday, I needed to wear one of my favorite outfits, not the outfit I had set out last night.

( Olde Skool text-version Shallow Fashion Details! )

(The Goth at the Office photo will happen later.)

Now I focus on work stuff, and listen to the bandom playlist to remind myself that no matter how bad I felt yesterday, I am more emotionally stable than Pete Wentz. (That's a very comforting thing to remind myself, sometimes.)

Today I had enough energy to put on makeup!

(Look, I like playing with makeup. Going for nearly two weeks without playing with makeup was making me cranky and twitchy.)

Thanks to a whim to play with my Lip Tar colors, I have discovered that I look ... odd with bright pinky-fuchsia lipstick. Now I know. Also, this may be a sign that cabin fever is setting in.

I am hoping that the next step in my recovery is that my brain comes back enough for me to work on my writing projects. I keep opening up notebooks or documents, staring at them, and then going "Nope. Words Gone." Vexing, very vexing.

Tonight I am going to LEAVE THE HOUSE. To go eat sushi, and then have a celebratory cupcake! Because I am finally feeling better. Not 100%, mind you, but well enough to actually do small amounts of stuff without immediately needing to have a bit of a lie-down while the room stops wobbling.

This is especially good timing, as I have a job interview tomorrow afternoon! It's for a contractor editor position at the company I was previously a full-time employee at. If you lovely people could send good luck my way tomorrow, that would be lovely.

Tomorrow will also (most likely) see the posting of a new Gothic Charm School lesson. And on Thursday, the Closet Culling Sale will happen!

Vampirates. Oh dear. I read about half of it, and realized that I wasn't retaining any of it. It didn't hold my interest at all. So it is now in the box of books that need to go to Half Price Books, and instead I will turn my attentions to something that I know will be good: The Red Tree by Caitlin R. Kiernan. Of course, most of Caitlin's writing also creeps me right out, so perhaps I shouldn't read that book before trying to sleep tonight ...