Bleh

It seems like everything that comes out of my mouth is wrong. And no one has told me that it is, I'm just convinced that everything I am saying and doing lately is a mistake. It's a weird amount of paranoia. I posted a comment in Griffen's journal to ask him about polyamory...and I said that I wasn't sure if he had experience with that. And, good god, I know he does. He talks about it enough. I know that. I know that. Why am I not sure all of a sudden? I feel like I'm afraid to say the sky is blue; I might be wrong. For days, all I've done is make stupid mistakes that fuck things up for people.

Okay. Okay. Stop.

(I should note that my comment in Griffen's journal got FOUR responses, and that three of those people I don't know, and have never talked to before. I have no words for how UBERCOOL that is. I will get to that post, Griffen.)

I also am going to get to those emails. I am. I was going to last night, actually, but I didn't when I realized I wanted to read everything over again, and maybe understand it a little better. I think I do.

I feel both rushed to get to it, and worried that if I rush, I'll mess it up some more. I'm rushed partly because I'm on running crew for Nightingale, which is opening very soon. Starting tomorrow, I have to be in for Tech Week. My calls are probably going to start early and end around midnight for...I'm not quite sure how long. Definitely until Monday. And I won't have time to do much more than eat and sleep for those days.

Neh...I had more to get down, but for some reason, it's gone.

Maybe that's a good thing?

I wanna go hoooome

Oh, cool. Nothing like being kicked from the computer lab just BEFORE you post a huge entry, forcing you to wander to the library.

Well, it's probably for the best, anyway. The general gist was that I'm having problems eating/sleeping. And a bunch of other details that no one needs to hear. *keeps details to himself* I'm trying to fix it, anyway. I'm taking a nap when I get home. That worked before.

I'm extremely frustrated at the moment, because I WANT to go home, but I can't. Because I'm waiting for calls for tomorrow to be posted. And they haven't been yet, because no one can get their damn acts together. *growl* At least I didn't get roped into another props call. Yet. I wish I knew who else is on running crew. I could ask them, maybe someone else knows.

Lester...he was crawling on top of the fridge this morning and last night. Mom is of the opinion that he's okay if he can crawl up there. Since the vet's appointment is today, I'll find out when I got home. And *big hugs* to everyone who replied to my post about him. Thank you all. It meant a lot. I'm not so worried anymore.

I think I will go try to find someone who knows what's going on tomorrow.

WHEE!

Lester just has a bad rash. He's utterly miserable, and it shows - my poor kitty! - but he's going to be okay.

Thank you and goodnight, folks.

Gryff scarf!

My Gryffindor scarf is finished!! Grandma sent it home with Nicole and Mom when they went to visit her this afternoon.

My sister's Slytherin scarf looks very cool, of course. But MY scarf...!

It's so gorgeous! The colors are so rich - gold and this deep, rich red. I think it's a brighter red than the movie scarves, but I could be wrong, and the colors look AMAZING together! It's such nice yarn...it almost glows.

And it's LONG! I'm deliriously happy about that. I was worried it would be short, but it's the same length on me that it is on the HP kids, proportionately. Maybe longer. That is JUST how I wanted it!

*spins (really!)*
*falls over*
*huggles scarf*

I'm SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!