The Wig is Killing Me.

I'm actually surprised I'm not dead yet.

Yesterday I dreamt (yes, me and my dreams. Whatever.) about my wig and it was soooooooooo smooth and it listened to me and I braided it.

But in real life?

That's not happening.

So the life and death of my Rapunzel cosplay is depending on my wig.

I have to say that even if I don't get to do this in the end, I'll still have the wig to live out my fantasies! (Hey. Don't think dirty.) And I'll probably get the artbook. (Which I STILL. HAVEN'T. GOT. Never had the chance to visit Basheer. Dang.) It doesn't mean my fanage to this dies. 'Cause it doesn't.

Sigh. Stupid wig.