fomg.

Last night was awesome.

Despite the polka-dot trauma. Good galloping hyenas Darcy no polka dots ever and AGH innacuracies gah dead. (um.)

I rocked the Jane Austen conference (ok, actually, Carrie Bebris rocked the Jane Austen conference. I just had Anne Elliot stuck in my head and wrote a very satisfactory letter off it). Anyone who'd like to see this letter, tell me and I'll stick you on the filter. It's spoilers for Persuasion.

Now, prom.

*FLAIL!*


(as she realizes the crap thing about not having a date is that she'll have to drive herself... wuh-oh)