I've missed hanging out with my crazy creative friends.

Dishes are all done, except for what I'm currently using and the really big rice pot. That should make Landlady Hope happy.

But I'm not sure. I know I feel flushed, but that could be the beer.

The demo at Fort Knox went well, everyone liked my dress, and except for the fact that half my friends didn't make it, I had a great day.

But now, sleeps.

Which is always very nice. Sadly, however, it didn't look like dad had left me money for the cell bill, which would have been very nice as well. C'est la vie, I suppose.

It's a little windy and cold and so it's a lot cooler inside than out. Earl Grey tea, here I come.

I keep expecting to be able to call people and to get things like mail and such, but everybody's closed and the mail didn't come today because it's a holiday. Joy.

To my John! Um. So, I haven't mentioned it, but I've been writing you something for, um, about a year now. And it's still not finished. But I hope it will be soon! I just wanted to let you know it existed. <3

Have a fabulous day, baby.

And they had character boxers and sleep pants for men, for seven dollars. So now I have a pair of Batman boxers. I'll probably wear them for sleeping in, but still, it amused me to buy them.

I really hope they fit over my sizable ass, though.

The guy who gave me a commission for a kumihimo and the wrong phone number showed back up, paid for his kumihimo, and commissioned two more. I'm pretty sure he was high or drunk or both, but hey, whatever. If he doesn't come back for them or the number he gave me is still wrong, I'm sure I can sell whatever I make.

Simply because I didn't remember a piece of paper the first time. Argh.