the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone (whiskyinmind) wrote,
the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone
whiskyinmind

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Flail.

I'm flailing about the bus trip now. I'm going to be getting into the centre of Birmingham at 4.10 am. Alone. I don't know the city, I amn't meeting anyone when I get there* and I have no idea how much it'll cost to get a taxi out to the hotel (not that I can actually afford to get a taxi out to the hotel but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it).

I know some Asylum folks are going to be in town from the Thursday - anyone likely to be around to give me a little safety in numbers at that time on the Friday morning?

(Yeah, I'm sounding a little desperate, I'm a country girl, I don't do cities unless I absolutely have to.)

Another topic: I've been really ratty and mood-swingy this last week mostly because I'm PMSing. And one of the things that changed with my body since I hit my thirties is that I don't have acne as such any more, just the week of my period I get one or two hormone spots. And I'm not talking miniscule blemishes here.

Right now I have Mount Freaking Etna on my chin.

I can cope, not a problem, normally.

But this weekend is the convention. This is probably going to be my only chance to get in a photo with all the boys and I have a spot on my face the size of a second head.

*headdesk*

Am I getting more stressed about the con now? You betcha I am.

* I would *love* to meet up with people at the con - apparently I'm getting a staff t-shirt which'll be so much fun, so I'm looking for suggestions to make me recognisable. Y'know, apart from the volcano on my chin. *g*
Tags: asylum, conventions, flailiness/flailyness: n. over_emotional, tmi
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