Journal, Day 1101
Saturday, 25 March 2023
Continuing from Friday…
The panel at WonderCon is a blur. It occurred to me somewhere in the middle of the event that I’d gone through the whole day with nothing to eat and very little to drink. Halfway through the drive to Anaheim, I ripped off my wig because it was giving me a headache and I swallowed two Advil dry because I was having trouble concentrating on the road, all the while kicking myself for not bringing a bottle of water.
The audience was engaged and responsive. The discussion was intelligent and animated, and I really had a great time. Afterward, we stopped at Crave Pizza at the Hilton because they wouldn’t let me drive home without eating something. I love my friends.
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I got home a little after 9:30 pm. I had a bite of the pasta my husband made for his dinner and looked in on the sleepy birds, and I don’t remember much after that.
Today I woke up early for some unfathomable reason. My husband went for his run in Santa Monica, and I got a bug up my butt to cull the product overflow in my bathroom.
It took four hours and I filled a 55-gallon trash bag with expired and dried-out makeup, hair, and skincare items. I probably should have kept up on this during the pandemic, but I had motivation issues. My bathroom was the least of my worries.
Now my sink is clear of sample products and my makeup collection has been culled of everything that I didn’t use, didn’t like, smelled funny, or was the wrong color for my skin tone. I still can’t believe I had that many lipsticks. I stored away hair clips for when (if) I grow my current buzzcut out. I found eyeshadows I forgot I loved.
I am no longer allowed to purchase bars of soap or anything that identifies as a “facial serum.”
