Yesterday took forever. I woke up at 8:30, hit the road at 9:30, and drove until 10:30 at night!!!! (minus gas stops, a couple McDonalds stops, and a 40 minute nap) I went straight to the Dubliner to see Drunk and Disorderly, as well as all sorts of happy MN Festies, yay! It was good happiness fun and all that jazz.

So, this morning, I woke up manic. I cleanedmovedstufffrommycarvaccuumedwalkedtothelibrarygotalibrarycardgotahollywoodvideomembershiptriedtogetablockbustermembership *breath* camehomeatemovedmorestufftookoutthetrashcalledashitloadofpeoplewenttothecreditunionwenttothebankcheckedemailwatchedamoviewashedthedishes and other things. I finally crashed about 7.

I was sent to the store about an hour ago for food coloring and toothpicks. I rebelled, and wore my cloak.

I feel really odd. Throughout high school, college, and whatever post-college is called, I didn't really care about wearing what I wanted. Elf ears, purple braids with bells at the ends, my cloak in the winter, whatever. Now I feel self conscious, because I know some of the people I knew in toontown scorned people who wore 'work clothes' off hours. It just pisses me off I guess, because I don't consider my cloak a renaissance thing, I consider it my light winter coat. *bitter*

I think I've just let my skin get too thin, I probably need to thicken it up a bit.