When real things happen to imaginary people

So it seems that Tuesdays are going to be the days where I feel very very tired. Send tea, cupcakes, and pretty boys in eyeliner.

I did not get any writing done last night. No, instead I went to the release for the sepiachord companion CD at the Seattle Steamvent meet-up. (I don't really consider myself steampunk, but I have friends who are, and a lot of "steampunk" clothing works for my wardrobe once you change the color scheme. Brown, ugh.)

Anyhoodle, yes, Sepiachord companion CD! The Sepiachord crew are all people I am terribly fond of (and don't get to spend nearly enough time with), and I am very excited about the first compilation CD they've put together.

Writing after going out didn't happen because the Infamous BlueJay came over for a bit of socializing. She handed me a stripy blazer (yay!) and a buttonhole machine for my vintage Elna sewing machine. Which she taught me how to use. Now the mysteries of well-made buttonholes are mine, mine! Muah-ha-hah-ha! The Infamous BlueJay also has stated that she is going to teach me how to make waistcoats and jacket-y things, because my fear of sewing princess seams is just silly. I raise a dubious eyebrow at this, but am willing to give it a try.

I am particularly amused by my outfit today. From the waist up, it is very similar to what my avatar in Rock Band is wearing; she's wearing a black blouse with pink tie, but otherwise the same. However, she wears much shorter skirts than me. I have not worn a mid-thigh length mini skirt since I was about 22, and rather Deathrock-ish.

In conclusion, again: send tea, cupcakes, and pretty boys in eyeliner. I need to wake up.

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Y'know, I slept *great* last night. Why am I so tired and fuzzy-brained? Also, I don't know if it's because the tiredness is making me really uncoordinated, but in a spectacular display of grace and agility, I managed to walk out of my shoes. Twice. As in, one of my shoes stayed on the ground when I stepped forward. Maybe evil gremlins secretly replaced my usual black sparkly flats with identical ones that are a half-size larger, I dunno.

The weekend was good. Filled with socializing, including going to the birthday party of a very serious young lady. clicky link! (We gave her EBA recruits, of course.)

Part of the problem with today being filled with gronk is that I'm trying to read the Quick Installation Guide for the product my team produces. I need to set up a test machine with it, but my brain doesn't seem to be taking in any of the information. This is Not Good, obviously. Plus I keep being distracted by shrift, who is made of awesome. Seriously. You've no notion. shrift is made of awesome for many, many reasons, but the fact that she shares a certain musical obsession with me (and bluejay23) just adds to it. (stroppy_baggage, that was your warning not to click, or else suffer your eyes rolling right out of your head.)

What else, what else? The Placebo concert is this weekend, whee! Oh, and yes, I am attending the Special Gothic Night of Edward Scissorhands next Friday. (Without stroppy_baggage, because he has no desire whatsoever to see a musical stage production of Edward Scissorhands. Try to look surprised at this revelation, go on.)

I would dearly love to see more of you people at social-type things, but my schedule is, um, a bit booked. And I need to work on a book proposal. So don't be terribly surprised if you don't see me out and about very often.