Mm.

Jamie's new piercings look awesome. I wish I could keep metal in my body, but all of mine have been rejected over the years. I don't think I'll try again.

Jason is back at PhantasmCon this morning, playing AD&D with Ed Greenwood. O_o Bastard. The con was ok - LARP there last night - but my arthritis, freezing rain, and a cold conspired to make me a miserable creature walking up and down stairs all night. I didn't stay out long after things ended - too much pain. Jason got made Bishop last night, so I think my days in that LARP are numbered.

On the plus side, tho, I got many compliments on how good I looked, and someone flirted a lil' bit all night. I felt like a dark angel swooping around Market Hall in my cloak all night, so it was mostly ok. I think I looked good, at any rate. I'm glad I don't do the goth-face every day anymore, tho - it plays havoc with my skin.

Mm. Found out this morning that Ellen Cannon Reed is dying. I wish her a painless passing, and ease to her loved ones for their grief. She signed my guestbook only a few months ago - hard to believe she's crossing the Veil now.

I had a dream about a red-eyes raven standing over a gravesite, warning me about a restless spirit...and then having to banish the spirit from someplace as it went around trying to possess and kill people. I could hear someone - something? - whispering my secret name behind me. This does not make me feel comfortable about the coming week, since the Veil is thinning rapidly, and She Who Shall Not Be Named is due for her annual appearance. Time to cleanse and ward the house again this week.

Ah well. I'll be off now. I think I'm going to go watch The Two Towers again, and probably sit there and bead while I do so. Love to my tribe.

-M.