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So, okay. Yesterday was a rollercoaster both nationally and personally. I thought I'd been doing all right with the weight stuff? And then I take my measurements and find out not so much. This morning, though, I took my measurements again without clothes and taking into account some degree of period bloat, and it was better. Two inches down from where I used to be! Still not quite down to where I want to get to, but possibly that's period bloat and if not, I'm not down on the scale to where I want to be either, so there's progress to be made, but some progress has been made, and that's what's important.

And then I get in to work and find out that DOMA has been struck down and Prop 8 has been rendered moot? No one who has legal standing has been found to defend it, so that goes away hopefully soon if they don't try any more legal tricks. I don't know what else they can try since lower courts found the Proposition unconstitutional. There was also some question about whether the precedent set by this decision could be used to invalidate other, less odious ballots, which is a valid worry, but I think the wording of the decision means it's not that simple? I think. There's some indication that some of the Supreme Court Justices wanted Prop 8 ruled invalid on other grounds than standing, but... hell, I don't know, I'm not a legal scholar. And all of that is nice and all, but doesn't erase the fact that it got a hell of a lot easier for people to make a whole new set of Jim Crow laws and disenfranchise whole swaths of people. The fuckers.

Tired. My costuming's been set back a couple days since it turned out my Singer featherweight, while awesome in many ways, was not so good at sewing the spandexy material I was using for my Huntress cape. So that didn't get sewn, but maybe tomorrow night? Tonight is for sewing pouches, which will be nice and simple and full of purple. While I'm doing that I might even try to sew the belts together, and if I can do that and hand-sew the zipper today and tomorrow while I'm at work, I should be in really good shape, actually. So, okay, not too much of a setback. And then this weekend is for costume rebuild, at least in theory.

This morning, though, is for finishing up the last couple edits on G&M and posting it. I did a lot of the edits last night, I think, before exhaustion took over. I don't know, I don't think I actually am losing ground in all the places I want to be as much as I think I am. It just feels that way because cramp and bloating and PMS. Or during-MS. In time, and with finishing projects, this too shall pass.

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And today that's all corrections, a few days' worth of corrections, so. I think that's about all I'm up for today, not because of emotional content (though boy howdy is there a lot in that Russian) but because ow fucking menstrual migraine spiking me above the left eyeball. Fuck that, and everything else menstrual or pre-menstrual pain related. Ow.

Picked up what I think will be the last of the supplies needed for costume stuff this year at work. Somehow, despite having thirty or forty spools of thread at home (literally, I have two freaking sewing boxes full), bright yellow thread is not among them. And hole punches for the leather because, despite having found my rotating hole punch, I'm pretty sure it is crappy rotating hole punch and not suitable for leather. So now I have the kind you bang with a mallet. And I have a fuckton of grommets anyway, so that's not a problem. I have... oh, hey, found my sewing awl. So now that I've found that I think I'll get a couple of the small packs of natural/whiteish waxed linen and try and make a better Silk Spectre belt out of that. Emphasis definitely on try. I think that's it, though. I think, amazing as it is, apart from complete costume rebuilds which may go amazingly or may go disastrously, by the end of this weekend I will be fucking done with costume building. Certainly by the time Anna gets here. How the hell did this happen? How did I end up organized enough for this? How the hell am I going to store everything? (Probably in garment bags. Anyone know where I can get a dozen or so cheap garment bags? They don't have to be the thick plastic, they're not traveling anywhere, just sitting in my closet.)

I feel like I had some more to say here about other stuff, but the second I think I have a long entry about everything something comes along and distracts me and proves me wrong. I know I have a long entry about Orphan Black, but I'm going to save that till after I've finished the series. I will say, though, that the next person who tells me I MUST watch it is getting throatpunched in my imagination. No, I MUST do nothing. You can tell me you adore it, you can tell me you think I'll love it and give reasons, you can tell me you think I'll love it and give no reasons whatsoever, you can gush about the actress (though god that's getting tiresome, can we please remember that many other people are involved in production, too? several of whom I feel haven't been getting the attention they deserve), you can gush about the plot, the mind screw, but don't you fucking tell me I have to watch something. And I'm not meaning "OMG YOU HAVE GOT TO WATCH THIS SHOW" once or twice in the first throes of your enthusiasm, I mean people who say this over and over and over again. No. You do not tell me what I must watch. I like you, I consider you a friend, but fuck you very much, that just makes me want to dig my heels in and tell you it sucks and rip it to shreds on general belligerent principle. And I think people who do that are assholes. So stop making me want to do asshole things by telling me what I have to do. Argh. I'll start telling you you HAVE to watch the last season of Heroes, and no one wants that.

Ahem. So, well, I guess that's a paragraph I don't have to write later when I talk about Orphan Black! Writing is happening. More writing would have happened today if I hadn't gotten the headache from hell and spent some time passed out on my shipping cart. And then tonight when I get home there will be making pasta of some kind, I don't have any meat defrosted but I do have a number of pasta sauces and noodles, two of which should correspond nicely, and then there will be the last chunk of Orphan Black and cutting fabric and sewing fabric and then I will have pouches for Huntress and it will be glorious. Yesh. I have a plan. It's better than a gesture.