Make up is an amazing equalizer it seems.

As much as I love movies, books are where I would spend my life if I could. Same amazing writers that allow you to crawl inside the pages and suck you into the world of the story. Characters start to feel like old friends and not just words written on pages.

Stupid eyelids are rebelling against me. Not feeling a hundred percent and the eyes are getting tired and the brain is shutting down. Might actually be time for bed. Going to miss the end of the event. Darn it.