Psssst, cristalia...

It's real.

I'm torn between a deep-seated fear for humanity, and the need for a bunk. I think the bunk is winning.

(If I were the slash-writing type--which, luckily for all, I'm not--there'd be something involving the shaving of Nick's recent unfortunate pornstache.)

Sale update (This is a shipping song, a song in which to ship)

Err, I mean the mailing sort of ship... Really...

Today I shipped packages to miladyinsanity, mrissa, sora_blue, bookish_girl, and footlingagain. The rest will probably go out on Monday.

There are still necklaces on sale over here.

At this point, the sale has paid for my plane ticket to Readercon. Woo! Now I just need to figure out food.

Girl vs. Wall, ongoing

Tonight I dragged Steven to the roping gym and made him belay me. I sent a 5.6 and two 5.8s, in a cheatery any-feet kind of way. I got 2/3rds up a 5.7, but it has this giant...thing...in the middle of the wall, that I couldn't get over or around. I will fight it again another day.

I'm a cheater, but I'm a mighty cheater.

I was going to celebrate by watching Ed Norton smash, but alas, the Alamo is sold out. And I won't watch that movie without beer at hand.