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a legion of small dull gold sparklies did battle with a handful of big, bright purple sparklies behind my eyelids. The gold ones won, but it was a close victory; things were uncertain until I changed the playing field by noting that I had an impending migrane and taking to my bed with as much sensory deprivation as I could muster.

Two hours later I woke up and the purple sparklies were gone and the cat was curled up between my legs sleeping quite soundly.

The gold sparklies are still there but they are currently behaving themselves.

On the upside, my newfound dress-designing skills are l33t, as are the various applicable skills of the dressmaker who translated them into fabric and the measurement-taking skills of bevsob. First fitting found a dress that was fucking stunning, very close to fitting on the first try, and now needs just a little taking in, some hemming, and some straps.

Perhaps I should start sewing again; even with the splurge on the pretty silk burnout fabric I fell in love with that was double the price of any other fabric I looked at, the fabric was still only a third the price of this dress. My skills aren't up to this sort of thing right now, but I could get them there.

And: aynjel gave me baklava! Perhaps I will retaliate by making some progress on this chocolate lava cake I started on Monday...