The day after the night before...

I had an excellent time, yesterday. I didn't get to stay in character for any length of time at all, because the ever-fabulous Isabella Bennett was hanging out at the SPG merch booth.

...which sadly did not contain any T-shirts or Kazookaphones or patches :( Boo. But did contain one of my personal heroes.

I was one of the very few fanbots there. I guess everyone else wised up because wearing makeup in the heat makes the heat even more punishing.

But I don't care, I'm doing it again.

Things went aggressively wrong with my heart, yesterday, and I'm still pondering how to fix that without tools or bits. I've done my best with what I have, but I don't think it's going to cut it. I may have to abandon my heart just like I abandoned my crank.

I'm a very broken robot.

I have one temporary fix and I may kludge another up during the day. Fingers crossed the existing kludge holds up.

Meanwhile, my throat is sore from screaming at Steam Powered Giraffe, my feet are sore because blisters are always such fun, my shoulders are sore because hauling around stuff I might need is more punishing than you might think, and my eyes are sore because I woke up an hour early -_-

I didn't need my capelet, but I'm still taking it because you never know when it's going to get super-chilly.

And I busted another pair of pantyhose. I'm going to have to find a more robust brand. Much later. When I once again have money to spare.

At least the hole was where nobody could see it. I have that to be thankful for.

And I am supremely thankful that the stars aligned enough to get me to see the band. It was everything that was advertised and more. I'm having the time of my life.

Thank you, Beloved, for making this happen. I probably owe you big time.