I believe it's possible I'm obsessed with eyeliner. After several failed attempts and some successful, I've decided the flick isn't the look to achieve. Instead I've become rather keen on a subdued cat's eye, with under eye smudging. All from an afternoon of old movies and Internet how-to searches.
And it annoys me to have spent my much free-time on something as trivial as eye makeup. There was, however, a good reason. Writing avoidance. Not that there is a complication with the current plot for Mind F*cked but I can't sit long enough to let poor Sage get-off. I will have to rectify that tomorrow afternoon.
Other shit: R came home appearing not worse the wear. Cockiness seems to suit him although his parents and older brother would disagree. I assume. I've heard much wailing and muffled Peanuts-type yelling. Other than a quickly retreating sports coat and loose fitting jeans, I've not met the brother to determine if he has fulfilled his obligation.
Other-er shit: Just confirmed that I'll need to add another 20k onto Mind F*cked before it is finished. Yes, I'm a glutton for punishment.
Note to self: "Mia, get the first 20k out before you offer to add another 20k. Were you high?"