Some people have good and bad hair days. I have good and bad email days.

Yesterday was a good email day. I heard from a couple of people I hadn't heard from in a while. I arranged dinner with someone interesting. I was invited to a housewarming and a reunion of people who worked at a company i used to work for. And I got what I can only describe as a couple of pieces
of, well...fan mail.

I don't blush too often. But I can feel the heat surfacing on my cheeks even thinking about it.

Between that and the Death action figure that is now sitting next to Spider Jerusalem on my monitor (thanks, Chris!) I'm a happy camper.

So I now have a pair of wings.

A glorious pair of snowy white feathered wings, at least four feet from top to bottom. They tie onto my shoulders with scraps of lace and their weight on my back feels entirely natural. (and they're *heavy!*) I have wanted a pair of wings forever, ever since I first dreamed of flying away from school and hanging out in trees with the other birds. These are just costume pieces, but they're still wings. A little piece of let's-pretend.

I was up on Capitol Hill with Loba last night, out for dessert and a bit of a walk before I needed to go to bed, and we wandered into the Metro clothing store. Being after Halloween, they of course had a sale. A sign caught my eye: Wings 50% off.

Oh, my. Metro had some wings I'd been drooling over forever, and at 50% off...how could I resist?

That was the first impulse purchase I'd made in a while, and wow was it worth it. Expensive (even at 50% off) but definitely worth it.

I mean, I could have bought a pair of little black wings, and probably would have been perfectly happy, but I *wanted* the big ones. I'm a big girl--not just fat, but I have the shoulders of a linebacker and large bones. Little delicate wings, while I admire how they look on cute little goth girls, would look simply silly on me. I like things that scale correctly to my size, thanks. Though, now I think about it, I'd like a pair of the little wings to mount on the wall with the feather fan and garland, but no, I have enough. (Right? Right?)

Now I want to figure out how to set up a backdrop so Chris can take pictures of me with wings.

Tonight, I get to be all by myself. I had nothing planned--I ended up skipping my workout (bad Kris!), having leftovers, and renting a tape of the Powerpuff Girls and Elizabeth. And now I'm doodling a little bit and thinking about bed.

I needed this. I needed a night off. (okay, I need more than a night off, but that's what this weekend is for, eh?) And the dishes were done by the lovely Loba yesterday, who stayed at my house long enough to clean like either a miraculous dish fairy or an avenging angel of order, I'm not sure which. But it was much appreciated and facilitated my night tonight being spent doing nothing but staring in a stupor at the TV.

Bed. Right. Bed.

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