When real things happen to imaginary people

minim_calibre is a queen among women*, for today she provided me with fun conversation, thrift store shopping, and cupcakes. And while at one of the thrift stores, she found a Revenge-era MCR shirt for me. (Yes, I'm wearing it around the house right now, with a long velvet skirt. Isn't that what everyone's "inside clothes" look like?)

The thrift stores also produced a stack of vintage trashy gothic romances (look, any book that includes the line "and a forced marriage in the family crypt!" is one I MUST READ), a black blouse with silver pinstripes (which is the wrong size, but is an exact duplicate of a blouse I have, which means I can use today's find as a source of fabric to add matching ruffles to the previous blouse), a pretty box to store some stuff in, and b&w striped cotton sheets (which will eventually turn into bloomers and maybe a skirt). (And a black blazer to alter and a skully t-shirt, but those aren't quite as exciting as the other stuff.)

Tomorrow I get to experiment with this whole "morning" thing again, as I have to be at the office of my contract agency at 8AM for orientation. This is going to be interesting. Will a full dose of Ambien knock me out at 10PM tonight? Or will I just have wacky hallucinations? Let's find out!



*A queen among women EVEN IF she has left me with an earworm I never thought I'd suffer. But apparently "Womanizer" by Britney Spears is freakishly catchy.