I'm going to Minneapolis, but I'm not afraid. I have binoculars and my cape and my fangs.
I had to look it up to make sure, but Inktea Cole is there, as is David S, and after some restless facebook posting, I now have a place to stay, a borrow bike, and Stranger-Here Karen is going to drive up from Madison to meet me. I can't even remotely pretend this is a responsible financial decision, but Chris A. decided on a whim to help fund my trip, "shine on your crazy diamond", enough that I'll be able to eat along the way if I'm careful, so in spite of my unemployment, in spite of my complete and total lack of any kind of income or next month's rent, I'm going.
I've been coming back to life. Embracing the weird is just part of that equation.
Oh, also.. I sort of accidently dyed my hair green today. By sort of, I mean completely, so much so that I look like a dryad. Um, whoops?