| Before I call it a night | [Nov. 3rd, 2009|12:45 am] |
My hair is now this color.
So ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) doombuggie and I met up tonight for our planned excursion. I was wearing my second-choice outfit for the Voltaire concert (first choice was my Pirate Moon shirt and black jeans). Well, second choice was a black tunic just shy of minidress length, a celtic knotwork belt (black with a silvertone buckle), and black leggings.
He was very vocal and vehement in his approval of this outfit. I seldom get this sort of reaction, so I will be wearing this, some little skull barrettes, my Saint Dymphna medal, some actual makeup, and BPAL's Bonfire Night, since it's on Guy Fawkes day. And if I get a chance, I will be giving Voltaire my bottle of Conjure Oils' La Calavera.
It was early enough for there to still be traffic so we stopped at Epoch for a round. We ran into Chrissie, which is always nice, and chatted for a bit over our beverages. She praised my outfit too. It's nice to be a regular at a coffeehouse. I hope my new apartment is very close to one, especially if it is Epoch.
After our soujourn with...I think we both had IBC root beer, actually? we went to Walmart. As hoped for I found everything I needed except jeans, but I did get a belt so I can hold them up even if they are too big. I had kind of a stress meltdown in Walmart though and wandered around in almost a fugue state for a while. Finally the haze cleared a little and I was able to finish my shopping but I feel really bad for keeping doombuggie waiting so long. Most Walmarts (I think the one near doombuggie's is the only one that doesn't, and that's because they try to make it as little like a Walmart as possible) make me start to get antsy after a while and panicky if I am there too long but I guess wandering around alone with a long shopping list in a moderately crowded Walmart pushed me too far. I still feel tweaky and out of sorts. But I managed to get the stuff I needed and not have a screaming fit or a visible crying jag or anything. I've been teetering on the edge for weeks anyway. It's only my dear friends (and if you are reading this and have even the slightest suspicion I may be addressing you, I am) that have given me enough up moments to keep me from slipping down the drain. |
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