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Well, this morning was a flurry of activity I didn't expect. Um. Eh, it's a little late to edit this into a proper entry now, so have a list of things I mean to get done today and tomorrow.

1. Kink Bingo: Sensation Play: Watchmen/Rorschach
2. Kink Bingo: Pegging: The Covenant
3. Kink Bingo: Object Penetration: The Covenant
4. Mundane Bingo: Pop Quiz: Sky High
5. Mundane Bingo: Texting: White Collar
6. Put up writing schedule for the rest of the week after dentist appointment
7. International relations
8. Sandstorm's Daughter
9. ????
10. Profit.

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I really hope I did that right.

Who forgot to do Japanese today in the midst of costume frustration? Yeah, that would be me. That said, I'm so staying up an extra hour or so tonight to get everything I want to get done, done, because no work tomorrow and as soon as I get home from the dentists I am going back to bed.

Day 2 of being a good girl and sticking to my diet (Diet: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.) and avoiding the copious amounts of candy, chocolate, carbs, cheesey stuff, etc. It's easy to say, no, Jag, that's candy, you shouldn't have it. It's a lot harder to say, no, Jag, you can't have macaroni and cheese for dinner every night. Or that pile of fried rice, or, well, anything. Mmm carbs. No, not mmm carbs, Jag, sadly, you're not yet active enough to justify that. Not as much as you used to be, and as we get older our metabolism shifts, blah blah blah. So! Mostly plants. Including grapes. Which we need more of because someone eats them all.

The boy is considering, I think, becoming a CNA. This is tangentially Pixie's fault, but I can't say it's a bad idea. There's always work in health care, even if it's not as lucrative or as rewarding as one might wish. Right now, it's a job, and that's more than a lot of people have. I can only encourage this, but we'll talk about it when he gets home.

(Note to self: I will not ask the boy for a milkshake, a sundae, or an order of fries. It's 10 o'clock and I don't need any of those.)

Spent some time this evening wandering around in my 5" hooker boots. Taking normal sized strides, getting used to it. Hopefully by the time Dragon Con comes around I'll actually be able to walk in them. I also, now, thankfully, have all of my costume save the wig on its way to be Cheetarah. Leotard gets here, I dye it, hopefully it actually turns out the right shade and decent dye job otherwise I go for burgundy. Sew the patch on, chop up the unitard, sew it all together. Boom, done. I may, but I don't think I will carry a stik. I kind of want to carry a collapsable baton but I'm not entirely sure that's legal. Ah well. The important thing is, DUDE COSTUME CHEETARAH OH MY GOD. And, of course, Silk Spectre.

Dragon Con is going to be seven kinds of awesome. And after tomorrow... well, on the plus side, after tomorrow I won't have to dread getting my wisdom teeth yanked.