So. Yeah. I hate packing. *Hate* it. I know I’m going to forget something and as soon as I remember one thing, I drop whatever I’m doing and run off to find it…and then I forget whatever I was originally doing in the first place. Tonight, however, I cannot find my sock. Not just any sock. My thigh high black and white striped sock to wear with my vampire/steampunk/I don’t have anything else to wear that night costume. Found one. In my closet from where I left it when I unpacked from RWA over the summer. But the second one? Might as well be in on safari or something for all the luck I’ve had. I’m taking a little break right now, but I imagine I’ll be back up there in a few and ripping apart the closet for a *third* time tonight. Good news? I found my domo kun… Read more