I'm flying to Burbank in less than two weeks. That's way too soon. Panic is setting in. If I wasn't so tired, I'd probably be running around like a headless chicken.
Went shopping for jeans yesterday. Spent five hours going from one store to another and still couldn't find a decent pair. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.
My hairdresser is on sick leave. I'm just hoping she'll be back to work by Saturday cause I have to dye my hair before the con.
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