I got woken up at the crack of dawn by my grandmother, who wanted to watch the DVD boxed set of Rankin/Bass Christmas specials I bought for her (hey, that's what she asked for for Christmas). My eyes hurt and I am desperate for sleep now.
My con schedule for next year: people will probably notice I am not talking about going to any. That's because I'm not. I am not going to any for a very long time, most likely. At least not until I'm finished with the sex change. Stuff happened at last year's Otakon (no, not what everyone is thinking, before they run off to tell her that I am finally talking about her on my LJ). Stuff I have told no one. It happened fairly early into my time there, and I tried very hard to hide that it happened. I didn't do a very good job, and instead got very sick.
So instead, for next summer I am plotting a daytrip to NYC to see Rent on Broadway. I don't want to go alone, though. I'll pay for travel to and from NYC and the tickets, if anyone wants to come with me. The only thing I won't pay for is to get to Maine, where I live, but you can stay with me for a while before or after.
I'm going to bed. Gotta set the alarm for sundown for the first night of Chanukuh, though.
Oh, and Christmas loot, for those who care:
-Blanket and jewelry box, both with gushing things about "darling, beautiful granddaughter" that make me realize I really need to come out soon. (I think my grandmother could tell something about them left me less than delighted.)
-Bedding set, which is actually pretty okay looking.
-$75 in prepaid credit cards to pay my bills with.
-Computer screen cleaner and squeegie.
-Lens cloths for my glasses.
-Canned air for my keyboard.
-A Rent movie poster.
-A Rent coffee cup with Mark on it.
-A Mark scarf.