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Aug. 9th, 2016 07:53 pmOkay. After a good night's sleep, I definitely feel better. Also for having woken up and rolled over and checked the local Pokemon gyms, whereupon I discovered that my nearest gym had a slot open. MY TEAM NEEDS ME. So yeah, there was a sudden fit of putting on pants and pulling on boots and walking out of doors and ending up being out of doors for about half an hour stuffing pokemon into gyms and leveling up gyms and so on.
I've printed up my to-pack list for Dragon*Con, in case I wasn't already nervous enough. It's not for a few weeks and I already feel like I'm doing the headless chicken dance. I have to print things out. I have to update things and print them out. I have to make sure I have appropriate blouses if I'm going to Peggy Carter it up all weekend. I at least don't have to make sure I have any kind of anything for Abby, because I already HAVE all of the Abby. I have the Raven stuff, though whether or not I'll bother with the makeup for the gray face with potential panel-related quick changes I do not know. Mostly this is because I'm supposedly getting business cards tonight, at which point it's time to hem things and pack things and so on and eek. DragonCon is almost fucking here what the hell.
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bethany_lauren are there any worksheets from my site I should print up, or any that I should make up and then print? While I'm trying to think of all the things I could possibly ever need.
I don't even with current politics, I think that may be a good part of the reason why I'm hiding behind DragonCon. If we get out of this without any politicians murdered it will be a fucking miracle the way Trumperdink's egging them on.
Ooogh. I need to try not to run around in circles over all of this. And by all of this I mostly mean DragonCon. And it's two-three weeks away, I've got my hotel room and bus tickets and everything, it won't be that bad. I'm just spinning my wheels because I always do this time of year. Which means it's doubly important to remind myself that I know how to do this, I can do this, this is fine. I am a competent woman, a competent writer and analyst, I can do this. Small steps, one thing at a time, and it'll be okay.
(And this is me on a good night's sleep, I'd hate to think what would happen if I didn't have one and the I'm falling behind weasels got to me.)
I've printed up my to-pack list for Dragon*Con, in case I wasn't already nervous enough. It's not for a few weeks and I already feel like I'm doing the headless chicken dance. I have to print things out. I have to update things and print them out. I have to make sure I have appropriate blouses if I'm going to Peggy Carter it up all weekend. I at least don't have to make sure I have any kind of anything for Abby, because I already HAVE all of the Abby. I have the Raven stuff, though whether or not I'll bother with the makeup for the gray face with potential panel-related quick changes I do not know. Mostly this is because I'm supposedly getting business cards tonight, at which point it's time to hem things and pack things and so on and eek. DragonCon is almost fucking here what the hell.
Speaking of,
bethany_lauren are there any worksheets from my site I should print up, or any that I should make up and then print? While I'm trying to think of all the things I could possibly ever need. I don't even with current politics, I think that may be a good part of the reason why I'm hiding behind DragonCon. If we get out of this without any politicians murdered it will be a fucking miracle the way Trumperdink's egging them on.
Ooogh. I need to try not to run around in circles over all of this. And by all of this I mostly mean DragonCon. And it's two-three weeks away, I've got my hotel room and bus tickets and everything, it won't be that bad. I'm just spinning my wheels because I always do this time of year. Which means it's doubly important to remind myself that I know how to do this, I can do this, this is fine. I am a competent woman, a competent writer and analyst, I can do this. Small steps, one thing at a time, and it'll be okay.
(And this is me on a good night's sleep, I'd hate to think what would happen if I didn't have one and the I'm falling behind weasels got to me.)