I lost my glasses on the emotional rollar coaster

The last two days have been, to severely understate things, full of ups and downs. I am incredibly grateful for my friend Eric, who brought me back from an emotional pit to, if not a high, then at least a state of balanced equilibrium... at least until the next time.

I wish I had something of interest to say. I'm sure I was thinking of something when I opened this window. Insetad, you all get a link or two:

- The drink menu and dessert menu from Your Inner Vagabond, a coffeehouse at Pennsic. Yes, it's as good as it sounds. One of the many, many reasons I love Pennsic.

- The Evil Empress list. Much like the Evil Overlord list, but more gender-specific.

Yum

For the record, there are few things as satisfying on a hot day after spending 45 minutes in a sweltering car as coming home, mixing up some vanilla ice cream and orange juice, and drinking it. It's like a home-made julep.

So very, very tasty. Unfortunately, now also very gone.

Sing, sing a song...

Some very happy-making news: it seems that, after two weeks of suffering through a sore throat and scratchy voice, I'm finally able to sing again! Yes, I need to warm up a little more than normal, and no, I can't project as far as I normally can, but it looks like I will in fact be able to sing at Pennsic. I'd been getting worried for a while, wondering whether I'd need to stick to spoken-word stuff (which, for me, is about 5 pieces, compared to the 50 on my memorized request sheet or the 125+ in my book).

I might not be at absolutely 100%, but I'm confident enough that I'd be willing to do a few songs for a small group of people or a single song for a large group of people, which is pretty much all I want. With a bit more luck, I'll be back to 100% by next week, when Pennsic bardic really revs up.

Yay!

Edited, 1 am: I spoke too soon. After spending an hour around cats with only half-kicked-in antihistamines (it was an emergency visit to a friend in need), my voice is back to being scratchier than I'd like it. I could still sing if my life depended on it, but I wouldn't be happy with the results. Hopefully I'll be back on track by tomorrow.