kittens, clocks, and corsets

Okay, can we go back to either not having to change the clocks ever, or at least changing them when we were originally supposed to change them? This one-month-later horseshit is killing me. It's pitch black in the mornings and I have a hard time waking up when it looks like it's 2am outside. Looks like I'm going to have to bust out the timers again. Grr. I hate waking up like that. But I hate waking up late and panicking even more so I suppose I'll have to make a concession.

I've been keeping Medusa separated from the rest of the herd, as she was taking a bunch of bullshit from the Mean Girls and it was making her shyer than usual. She's had the bedroom to herself and has blossomed into a lovely little spaz, seeking out affection, sleeping on the bed with me, and coming to me when I call for her. The issue? I miss sleeping with my other kitties. They're better cuddlers for sure and I feel mean bouncing them out of the bedroom when I know they'd like to come in and sleep with the warm body (me). And Medusa still runs when anyone else comes in the bedroom. Apparently, I'm the only one she's okay with. But I have to admit, I do like that she's become as lovey as she has. She'll come when I call her and if I pat the bed, she hops right up and comes over to get scratched. She even rubs against my legs if I'm not petting her—that's a big new thing for her. She's meant to be an only kitty, I think. Well, she's meant to be a feral kitty, but she's okay with being an only kitty; if nothing else, she really enjoys the readily available food and water. She starts purring the moment I walk into the room and follows me if I go into the closet. She even chats a little with me. She's the size of a kitten still. Hard to resist, really.

I went to the Renaissance Faire with Amy this weekend. The Texas Faire is different from the one in Southern California at which I worked occasionally. And even that one is different than the one I worked for—the historical backer sold to a for-profit company and out went all the historical accuracy. I'm glad I was part of it while it was still focused on being historically accurate and less whizbangy. I do like that the Texas site is pretty and has lots of grass and trees. It's laid out well and if you're drunk enough, you'll walk in small circles for an hour before you even realise you're doing it. (cough) I got laced into a gorgeous corset at Casta Diva that I technically could have afforded, but it was the "technically" part that put me off. It would have made me a little uncomfortable until Friday. I had enough money to cover it, but not much more. If anything else had gone through, I'd have been screwed. Ultimately, I decided to put it back on the rack and think about it. If it was mine, it would be there when I came back. Only, I knew I wouldn't come back. I just needed to get away from it while I was in the heat of loving the corset. It was gorgeous, it was worth more than the $165 (tax included) price tag, but it wasn't a responsible purchase. And I'd drunk my irresponsibility for the day. I couldn't justify lacing myself up as well.

Man, it's like I'm learning something and shit.