||[Jan. 26th, 2012|09:25 pm]
|||||so much to do in the next week||]|
I was discussing old Halloween costumes with sineala (because I have nail polish that makes me feel like I'm Data from TNG). The only thing I ever went as twice for Halloween was 'Dorkwoman,' in I think the second and third grade. 'Dorkwoman' was a bunch of bits from the costumes I'd worn for the previous several years, all tacked together in a random, unexpected, and kind of bizarre configuration that didn't make much sense to anyone who wasn't me. I am not completely sure it made sense even to me.
Only right at this moment did I realize how apt a metaphor that costume is for me and my mind.