I'll preface this by saying that I don't want to be victim of some weird tropical disease or pregnant with a hellish demon spawn...
...but you know, if I was, it would at least explain why I've been eating like a high school linebacker for the past week or so.
I'm just hungry. All the time. There cannot be too many calories in a day. It's obnoxious and probably not healthy. Boo.
This week marks the bottom line of the Return to Faire Countdown: Saturday is opening weekend. I haven't heard from my boss about set-up, yet, but I'm sure it will come. On Friday evening at 9:00, most likely. But hey, I can always use the income boost and at least my commute gets cut from 7 1/2 hours round trip to 1 1/2 hours, with my Friday nights free. And, of course, the opportunity to faire it up some more! I spent Sunday afternoon treating and waterproofing my boots in anticipation, and my corset hangs patiently in my closet.
...okay, note to self: no new things this time. I've got a trip in June to save for and a car that just had a lot of maintenance. You're good.
Bring. It. On.
...but you know, if I was, it would at least explain why I've been eating like a high school linebacker for the past week or so.
I'm just hungry. All the time. There cannot be too many calories in a day. It's obnoxious and probably not healthy. Boo.
This week marks the bottom line of the Return to Faire Countdown: Saturday is opening weekend. I haven't heard from my boss about set-up, yet, but I'm sure it will come. On Friday evening at 9:00, most likely. But hey, I can always use the income boost and at least my commute gets cut from 7 1/2 hours round trip to 1 1/2 hours, with my Friday nights free. And, of course, the opportunity to faire it up some more! I spent Sunday afternoon treating and waterproofing my boots in anticipation, and my corset hangs patiently in my closet.
...okay, note to self: no new things this time. I've got a trip in June to save for and a car that just had a lot of maintenance. You're good.
Bring. It. On.
