It's Friday. But unlike the legends on the movie, I do have a job, and I do, did, have shit to do.
Work. Yeah.
So, Zombie Prom is tomorrow night. Hey, everyone deserves a date for the Prom, and the undead need love too. And I needed clothes, since my last Zombie Prom suit and shoes went out with the garbage a long time ago. Fake blood and real mud do not age well. Three thrift stores and $1.80 cents later, I was outfitted. And bonus, I found fake flowers that look like dead daisies so that my date can have a fabulous corsage. Well, two. I had enough for a moderate wrist corsage and a big-enough-to-cover-a-porn-star's-chest chest corsage. Clothes are stacked. I have time bewteen Artists Market and Prom to come home and change, so I don't risk mucking up anyone's bathroom but my own. I might have to make-up outside and air-dry before I am allowed indoors.
I did NOTHING creative this week. Nothing for market, nothing for myself. Time just sort of got away from me. Wasn't feeling it. I dunno. I'll work on stuff tomorrow at market.
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