wolfpangs | Wonderin' if she'd changed it all, if her hair was still red.

Okay, so I lied. I went to my bedroom, fully intending to go to sleep, but decided instead to finish packing. And now I'm done! All that's left to pack is the stuff I'll need tomorrow (shower stuff, mostly).

Remember when I said that whenever I go on trips, I draw everything I'm packing? Well, here is a little sample of my work.

Isn't that lovely? That's my artist's conception of what I'll be wearing to the first night's show. Yes, my drawing is so detailed that I have written out what days I'll wear what. And you can't see it, but underneath "underwear" I have written exactly how many pairs to pack. I'm a Virgo--what do you want from me?

And here we have a taste of my outfit for the second night's show. Maybe they won't notice that I've worn those black cords like, a billion times already. Hey, they lace up the front and they make me look like, ten feet tall. At least that's what I feel like. Please ignore the hairy sweater next to the cords. That's supposed to be crochet.

And that's what my hair looked like Thursday. It looks much better now, I promise. But I have a blemish on my cheek and refuse to take photos. I like that my reflection makes me look like I'm about to plie. I used to love ballet.

Now I'll go to sleep. Probably.