heavenly oversight....

I am craving chocolate very badly. Enough to brave the ghetto schnucks, if I had to. Instead, I merely have to put my sandals on and drive over to Walgreens.

Drive. In a car that sounds increasingly worse. I'm hoping dad'll be awake enough to come out and listen to it run.

Not worrying enough to cancel DC. But worrying. Because it sounds icky. It's probably something very simple, like wear on the engine. Or a slipping belt.

And I'm hungry. Which is ridiculous, since I just ate.

Bah.

The trials and tribulations of an angel in training...

Finally came up with a design idea for the wings, my main problem being how the hell to attach them to my back. So. Figured something. Not a clue if it'll work, but we'll see this weekend.

Have the fabric pieces cut, and the metal rods bent. And, everything, all ready for glueing... And the Fabri-Tac has dried up.

Bloody hell.

Which reminds me. I need sneakers.

And new boots, but they can wait.

So. I now have to go buy new fabric glue tomorrow at wally world. sigh. Oh well. At least I can sneak over to my comic store and schlepp off with the new Sojourn, and the Weapon X books. Which Timey says are amusing. Oh. And Soldier X.

*mutter* Wanted to be able to try the wings *tomorrow*, dammit. (it takes 24 hours for the glue to dry fully).

Hrmph.

Oh well. At least I can get more shelfy things.