wavering

I gave serious thought this morning to not going to Santa Cruz today. It was a weird night that left me in a weird mood this morning.

But... what the hell. I'm not going to be bringing the bug outfit to Anthrocon - it's a bitch to pack, and I wore it at the last furry con I went to. I should wear it at least one more time this year!

I find it somehow ironic that I grew up in a town that's infamous for carnival, yet my first taste of being part of the show is going to be all the way across the country in a little beach community. Yeah, I was definitely part of the show at Folsom St. Fair, but I wasn't expecting to be in the high end of freakishness; here, I'm going to be out in public dressed as a plastic bug-girl.

I kinda still just want to stay home and doodle. I want to draw something, something strange, I don't know what. I haven't drawn much lately except for this freelance stuff, and it feels... weird.

bleah.

I should've listened to my instincts and stayed home. We were far too late for being part of the parade, there was a nasty argument in the car on the way to the redwood forest, and I nearly had a demi-mystic experience looking at the trees but got yanked out of it.

And a tree fell down.

Not one of the redwoods, not on anyone.

Sleeping in more, drawing, and being all anti-social probably would've been better by far.