Oof.

'Member last week, when I said I was busy and hectic and all that?

Yeah. So not even, compared to now. I know I had overscheduled myself for June, but I had absolutely no idea how thorough I had been in doing so.

Leaving the house by or before 8am and coming home after 11pm is okay, once in a while. Doing it three days in a row, in a week when you're already working over 40 hours, trying to sew a new dress, figuring out what you need to do to help teach your first class at an SCA event, learning a new style of dance, helping make dessert for said event, and desperately getting stuff ready for the wedding of a dear friend (with your husband in the wedding party), and with only one car between yourself and said husband for the running of errands, is maybe not the best of all worlds.

I've been working at the Good Place all week, thank all the powers that be, because if I had been anywhere else I would have died of insanity and hecticness somewhere a couple of days ago. As it is, in between trying to remember what exactly needed to be done, juggling some of the most bizarre and obscure cases I've seen in my life, and handling one rather unpleasant situation involving a freak accident with the X-ray table, the staff there has been rubbing my shoulders, singing my praises, and reprogramming the radio to the 80's station to keep me as sane and happy as possible.

The week is over. Dessert is made, dress is almost done except for finishing the cuffs on the underdress, wedding gift and card have been bought, and husband is out picking up his tuxedo. Transportation has been arranged, and while I haven't started packing yet, at least I have a vague clue of what I should bring where. I think I may just have earned myself a walk to the ice cream parlor once the cats are fed and the dishes are washed.....

Pout Cry Sniff

Damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit.

It's been forever and a day since I've had a chance to play in a weekend-long LARP. I miss the intense roleplaying, I miss the immersion, I miss the people, I miss everything. And in about three weeks, there's a really amazing game coming up. I've missed so many due to schedule, but I had finally managed to arrange my life and my schedule so that I could go.

Oh, well.

It's set in the Victorian era. I have costuming for just about every time period from 1100 to 1850, and from 1920 forward, give or take, but nothing in between. And my costume source just backed out on me. For perfectly legitemate and understandable reasons, and I can't be mad at her, but just the same this leaves me utterly and completely unprepared, three weeks out.

No costume, no game. From what I've been told, this is a game with fairly high production values, and I don't think showing up in jeans and a T-shirt would be looked upon kindly. And I don't have the time to learn how to make the costume for myself. Hell, I don't even have a particularly good idea of what the costume should be - all the references I can find just show upper-class party clothes, not lower-class work clothes. So I doubt I could even rent or buy something, even if I could afford it - my experience with costume rental places is that they tend more towards the fancy.

No Brassy's Men for me, damnit. And I was really, really, REALLY looking forward to it. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, this is a minor problem and that I really have no right to whine, but... it's my journal, and I feel whiny right now.

And the sleeves on my camicia are probably uneven. And there are still dishes to be done, and the handle on my basket for tomorrow broke, and Word is foiling my every attempt to write up a set of notes for teaching tomorrow, and I never got my ice cream.

I want a do-over on today.