It went okay, I am still recovering from a really difficult weak that put me in the hospital, but luckily I have tomorrow off work to recover some more!
One of my earliest memories is of playing with my Action Man and his jeep - at one point I picked up my sister's Barbie and plonked her in the passenger seat, thinking "this is fine, I'm not playing with dolls really". Anyway, then I stood up and cracked my head on the bottom of a cabinet door, hard enough to draw blood. As I stood there, screaming at the sight of blood on my hand, a rogue thought occurred: "This is what you get for playing with the wrong toys"
So, a sentence that little me could never have predicted: I'm borrowing a copy of the Barbie film from my Internet friend tonight, so that's my evening sorted.
It's going. Money stress right now, and I'm about to take my car in to get looked at since the battery light came on... if it costs over $500, I'm fucked.