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I love, love, love, love this cold front that's been passing through. There are few things I like better at this time of year than to bundle up in any form (plump coat, plentiful blankets), and that's a bit harder to enjoy when it's eighty degrees outside.

bah, humbug

Blogger magically just ate the post I'd had here, so you'll have to hear my thoughts on ice make-up, HSM3, stress, and whatever else had just been here whenever it vamoosed.

My room smells like musty laundry, and I can't be bothered to deal with it anymore.

"...and then she's all, 'Oh, by the way! Here's a scheduling thing that would've been helpful for you to know three weeks ago. See you soon!'"

It just hit me that the cheesy high school movie comes out this week, which means I have to start working on securing my ride (for the midnight show, if possible. I may not have a car to leave after, but neither do the teeny-boppers.)

Tomorrow I'm planning on going hunting for the finishing touches for my halloween costume. What's the idea this year? A drowned Titanic victim. (Thanks, costume sale, for the inspiration and authentic-looking dress.) A life preserver would be nice, but I really need proper shoes and epson salts or shaving cream (whichever proves the better ice effect). It's the details that count in the costume contest.

Is it completely crazy that I'm pondering the pros/cons of going to London for the summer. As in, all of it?

four sweater vests

I don't think I even try to get my title-thingy to match with the rest of the post.

I bought a bunch of perishable groceries today in the effort to make me actually cook and not just microwave. I hope this doesn't end with $50 of garbage in three weeks.

My room now features new drywall along the bottom edge where Ike came inside to hang out. I assume someone will come back tomorrow and attempt to make the colors match, but I'm good either way. All my furniture sits along that wall, which is why my room has been out of sorts for a month.

Did you know that I finally got around to posting all the pictures I'd taken since, oh, May. This many pictures of trees across roads from Ike and pictures of wildflowers in Wyoming. Enjoy!

Did my skull just go in a vice or what?

Really, what's the point of coming up with a photo call list for a show with costume changes? No matter how I try to plan it, someone will change faster/slower/ridiculously slower than I plan, and we'll have to revamp the order. Why do I bother?

(Because I'm a stage manager, and we like to inflict pain and efficiency. Could this headache go away so I could decide what should be first, McSmogg or the Swamp?)

and I don't even need to talk about the creamy jalapeno

One of the best things about this fine state is the large quantity of fresh, locally made queso varieties that are sold at an obscenely cheap rate. God bless Texas, indeed.