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Feb. 25th, 2019 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI came to the realization over the weekend that if I pick up a crappy $50 or less guitar at a pawn shop, take it to DragonCon, and rig a big sign over my head that says "Anyway, here's Wonderwall" I could cosplay a meme and honestly I'm very, very tempted to just do it. It would be the easiest thing ever, and I'm entirely sure I could learn to play Wonderwall by DragonCon. Along with some other songs because just playing Wonderwall over and over again would be boring as shit. But I could go to the lobby of the Marriott and lean up against something and noodle around and play Wonderwall every fifteen minutes or so. And possibly busk. I would also need a busking cap.
And yes, that requires me to pick up a $50 guitar but honestly I've paid a lot more for costumes so eh. It's tempting. It's just that it's also bulky as shit and I may have to take the bus. With a suitcase. And a guitar.
I am le tired.
The weekend was... ugh. Friday and Sunday night were both extra ugh because the boy kept waking me up in the middle of the night with coming to bed at 4 in the morning, and I'm going to have to tell him to be quieter or I'm just going to have to sleep in the guest room because no, I cannot do a day that starts at 7 or earlier if I'm waking up at 4 in the fucking morning. Unless I go to bed at like 8 and I really don't want to do that, that shit's annoying.
Aside from that though, Sunday was pretty productive, in part due to actual sleep got and also due to writing, cooking and not dealing with the shit I had to deal with on Saturday. Which was that I had this one thing I wanted to write and get out of the way, and my brain would not either let me write it or let me pick something else to work on. The entire freaking day. It was unbelievably aggravating. I don't want to do that again. I'm sure I will, but hopefully not for a few months. Fucksake.
Waargbhle. I'm too tired to be coherent. I'm happy with my guitar playing, writing, and householdering over the weekend, but I am not happy with the sleep I did not get last night. Boo.
And yes, that requires me to pick up a $50 guitar but honestly I've paid a lot more for costumes so eh. It's tempting. It's just that it's also bulky as shit and I may have to take the bus. With a suitcase. And a guitar.
I am le tired.
The weekend was... ugh. Friday and Sunday night were both extra ugh because the boy kept waking me up in the middle of the night with coming to bed at 4 in the morning, and I'm going to have to tell him to be quieter or I'm just going to have to sleep in the guest room because no, I cannot do a day that starts at 7 or earlier if I'm waking up at 4 in the fucking morning. Unless I go to bed at like 8 and I really don't want to do that, that shit's annoying.
Aside from that though, Sunday was pretty productive, in part due to actual sleep got and also due to writing, cooking and not dealing with the shit I had to deal with on Saturday. Which was that I had this one thing I wanted to write and get out of the way, and my brain would not either let me write it or let me pick something else to work on. The entire freaking day. It was unbelievably aggravating. I don't want to do that again. I'm sure I will, but hopefully not for a few months. Fucksake.
Waargbhle. I'm too tired to be coherent. I'm happy with my guitar playing, writing, and householdering over the weekend, but I am not happy with the sleep I did not get last night. Boo.
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Date: 2019-02-25 09:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-25 10:01 pm (UTC)Hell, I could do that and then for the older people I could do a poster of the "NO Stairway to Heaven" from Wayne's World.