quick and dirty sundry

I never really got around to making a real post yesterday/today.

So, in short:

Gluten free pasta! At a restaurant! It was good! I felt really sick when I came home, but it seemed to be psychological as a result of eating things I couldn't tell were gluten-free. Once I talked myself down, I was fine.

Hpslasher meetup! Really cool, although I had forgotten how much big groups are hard for me to navigate when everything is melow and equal status. I had fun. Just mostly quietly. OUt of context hilarity for the evening (and there was much): "Snape got raped by a dolphin!" No, I don't know. I'd be scarred for life, but I'm too tired.

My BPAL arrived. My first two bottle re-orders ever. Whiechapel and Les Infortunes. Two little bottles of wizardly goodness. I hug them. No, really.

I've finished one of the two monumental writing tasks I need to complete by Thursday. It came out even better than I thought/hoped. Now to get the other done, probably all in one vicious swoop Wednesday night (since I am working tomorrow night).

the season of utter chaos and other sundries

Between now and Samhain:

- Cissy's bday (don't ask, we do something for it, okay)
- Kali's birthday
- at least one day of film work already booked
- Edie's birthday
- dance class
- SAG film society starts
- Amanda's visit
- Snakes Alive event
- Documentary taping
- major Jewish holidays
- My mom's birthday
- dance class
- My birthday
- Regency Ball

This may not seem like a lot to you, but for me, who starts to feel innundated if there's one thing a week going on, this is massive. September and October are always like this, but this year is much worse than usual, and largely my own fault.

I'm also already beginning to feel stress about my birthday. I feel it's important to do something, but it's on a Wednesday, which makes it complicated. And the celiac makes it complicated. Last year, I wasn't sick and it was just being on a Tuesday that sucked and Kali and I went out and she gave me the wrting utensils that started the serious madness.

Also, I really need to start saving for my tattoo. As much as I've been trying to fight this, it goes on the inside of my right forearm and I don't think I care if it hurts like the devil. It wants to be nowhere else and I am utterly unsurprised.

In other news, one of the eight billion symptoms of celiac is nerve damage. Since I was a kid I've had these random nerves in my neck that start screaming in pain for no reason sometimes, just firing randomly so badly that I can't speak and can barely seem normal while it's happening Since I was a late teen, I have spots on my ribbcage that go numb when I lie down. I always just thought I was weird, worried marginally, but never really thought about it. Now I'm like, "oooo, bet that's celiac too!" I am my own mystery novel.

I also have tow long, weird posts I'm working up to -- one about fear and one about poisoning. Ah, teasers....