Aug. 6th, 2011

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Like a lot of people, I can't believe that I am leaving for the con on thursday. I got a dress today, so I should be set for VVC; it's not that fancy, but it moves nicely, so I'm happy with it. They opened a ross dress-for-less right down the hill from me a couple of weeks ago, and this was my first chance to try it. We now have a complete downscale mall there, with the ross, the designer shoe house, some beauty emporium that opens tomorrow, and lane bryant across the parking lot from them all. It's all walking distance, but going home would be...uphill. But I got it done, so go me. I figure just getting to the con is a type of victory. Go me!

(Note: I am anticipating problems on the airline front, as Sandy made the reservations. I have no idea what kind of crap will happen as her tickets were refunded, but we were under the same itinerary. I should be okay, but...it's travel.)

So yeah. I'm avoidant and I kind of suck at responding if anyone emails me. I've combined this with dental hell this year (emergency root canal last Thursday) and anticipatory cancer check up hell (I get my next annual slate of tests on Aug. 19th) with Sandy's birthday (Aug 9th - she would have been 51) and my own (Aug 10th -- the day the crown gets resealed after the root canal work). I'm a little stressed. I think I'm going to go back to reading for a bit.

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