Carley's birthday celebrations went ahead last night. Since the majority of it was set to take place in H20, a place containing heavy strobes, I decided to sit it out. Not that I was disapppointed or anything - I highly doubt I would have been drunk enough to fully appreciate it.
As it turned out, I didn't miss out on anything, as Carley played her music in full anticipation, so loud in fact that when the ticket people came and Skye and Alex were thrashing her door, it took three attempts for her to hear.
I didn't get much sleep that night and as a result woke up this morning feeling oh-so-grouchy, a step backwards to my usual frame of mind. I also received an email that (though admittedly on the trivial side) did not improve matters. My chii ears have been dispatched, but are going to take three weeks to arrive. That means that unless some miracle occurs, they won't be here in time for the cosplay party.
I really hate complications.
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Did you just call me pudding?
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2 comments:
oh noooo! I hate when crap happens to make you more anxious then you were before.
I know - i hate feeling anxious because then you feel more self conscious about everything else you were meant to be doing.
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