*So the update is done. Whew. I might actually get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Next week is completing ALL existing commissions. No touching new gems until I do. Even the shiny, gorgeous AA Labradorite that made me briefly pull a Smeagol. Work is good.

*Of course, I'm going to need to get some sleep... this weekend is going to be straight-up debauchery in Fell's Point, as I am hanging with leecon and Tex is in town for three nights.

*It just occurred to me that eating a white powdered donut on the day where I am paying sartorial tribute to Johnny Cash is not such a great idea. Ah well.

*I walk a lot. Therefore, I tend to go through socks kind of quickly. So I went on a mini Sock Dreams spree for new bits. Loot: O Basics in Plum and Teal, O Brights in Fuchsia, thigh-high topless fishnets in nude, pink-and-black Cuban heel thigh-thighs, and beige cuban heel thigh-highs. That should sate the legwear lust for awhile. They have awesome little brass garters now, though. I'm definitely keeping those in mind for the future.

*OMG LOST. No, just no. I'm holding tight to the feeling that we've been duped, because it just CAN'T be true. I yelled at my TV.

*Warm weather + rain + old house + attic room = O hello thar, ants. And ants with wings. It's time for the yearly fumigation.

*On the other hand, warm weather = my sassy leather motorcycle jacket. Win.

...you get out of the bathtub and find messages from both of your parents independently asking if you're still alive and why haven't you called? Seriously, it was like that interlude from Rent. So if you've been wondering why I've been such a crappy friend lately and taking a bajillion years to answer emails and/or phone messages, trust me, it's not just you.

That said, hot bath + good comics + jasmine tea = perfect relaxing night. After averaging 6 hours of sleep a night this past week, I'm pretty satisfied right now. I'm not working tonight, and I fully plan on being in bed by midnight. Life is good.