I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive!

I've just been disgustingly busy. I'm sure not hearing from me was something of a relief after my posting FRENZY on Wednesday morning. So what have I been up to since then?

( THURSDAY )

( FRIDAY )

Today I worked, and put in a near eight-hour effort (I wrote my RPGW test script while on my break; took all of fifteen minutes, but I love it. Angel's going to start drawing it on Monday). The next FIVE DAYS are full of work, too, and then the convention on Friday. My next chance to have an actual moment to myself is Monday, and I know that's not going to happen (four days off in a row?! Hardly!). Even if it did, the moment would be short-lived, since Sunday and Monday off would require my working the rest of the week. I don't like this streaky nonsense. Eight, six, then at least five days of work? Not cool, Michaels, not cool.

Tomorrow's Sunday (rather, today is), so that's a small comfort, at least. And while the Mets are still duking it out with Philly over the division title, they're both very likely going to the playoffs. Jerry's right: it doesn't matter HOW you get to October, really, so long as you do. Everyone starts afresh. :D

I'm going to start tomorrow afresh; I've been trying to do this entry for an HOUR so it's bedtime. ^_^

Best. Customer. EVER.

Before I get to the story, I found an ad on devART about an online interracial dating service. I have no use for it, but I can't explain how happy it makes me. :D (I mean, I know I can be pretty oblivious, but it kinda never occurred to me that my parents were "different" from everyone else's. I just alwasy figured everyone else's parents happened to look more alike than mine did. XD Us mutts are the best sort of people, though. Sorry, everyone else (but it's true).)

Anyway, so I was bored and I had no customers. I started cleaning my aisles, when I found someone wearing a Jenova's Witness shirt.

I see you can already tell where this is headed.

So I complimented him on his shirt, naturally, and he stopped me to ask for help. He needed some brown shaggy stuff and some red mesh and "Well, you know the character Domo-kun?" "Yeah!" "I'm making a costume." "Are you going to NYAF this weekend, by any chance?" "I'm trying!" "All right, then, now I'm on a determined mission to help you! You're not just a customer, you're one of my people!"

I FOUND A COSPLAYER IN MY STORE. But wait. It gets better.

I had to let him down on the cardboard boxes (I wasn't about to fetch some out of the backroom, even if they were clean) and the brown shag, but I was able to help him with elastic and styrofoam and red mesh. And so he asked me if I were going to the convention and I managed to casually mention my guest status. He wanted to know how I got to be a guest and I gave him my ichiP! business card straight from my wallet.

"You're one of these guys?" "You... you know us?" "Yeah, you were there last year, there were four of you, with the speakers, all in dark colors...." "Yeah, my friends were yankiis and I was the schoolgirl they tortured."

No, guys, he wasn't man!Haruhi. Apparently, he was "the only Asian Vash." I don't remember any Vashes, though!

"So what're you guys doing?" "Performing and teaching." "Oh, really?" He seemed pretty interested! He won't be there on Friday, but Saturday and maybe Sunday and I gave him the card to check out the channel anyway (and he, in turn, gave me his card). HE KNEW US. WE ARE FAMOUS HOLY CRAP.

FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE FANTABULOUS. I CAN FEEL IT ALREADY.