My fingers hurt.
After looking over at Planet Oboe to remind myself how, I spent this afternoon trying to make some reeds. I forgot how much that will dig into your fingers if you aren't used to it. Of the three I tried, I think I got one serviceable reed out of it. The others were useless. Fargo had a good time playing with the scraps of cane.
My head hurt just a little, but not why you'd expect. What happened was, I was so tired after writing the entry last night that I went in and lay down on the bed, and Fargo jumped up on me and nestled on the layers of mesh, and, well... I just fell asleep. Costume, shoes, tiara and veil, everything. I was exhausted. But apparently, I slept in sort of a weird position and woke up with a muscle cramp in my neck that led to a headache.
The life of a princess... not without its pain, apparently!
Fargo woke me up. I got up around 10:00, and went out to get some food, some cat litter, a new reed knife (forty-seven dollars!) and some chicken for tomorrow night.
I think I need to go out more. I've spent the last eleven months shut up here in the apartment, and before that I spent all my time to myself, and I think it's time to go start making some connections. Maybe last night will help. The couple who hosted it mentioned to me that they have a Christmas party in mid-December and that if I was interested in coming, they'll mail me an announcement. I'm glad I told them, "yes."
It's really time to start being me again.
It's really time for me to change the kitten's box.