Good morning. This afternoon I'm meeting a strange man off the internet. (Hello, strange man off the internet.) That's always unnerving. Tomorrow, I am going shopping for a red dress and a black wig. This is all quiet000001's fault. I won't find the dress or the wig, you understand, and will therefore come to B-Movie in a slightly more 80s version of the usual corset and whatnot, but I'm still going to look.
I really don't think I have any more riveting news than that. I could make up some news, I suppose.