One day, twenty-one hours, forty-two minutes, six seconds. Costume: hanging and ready. Party supplies: stacked and ready to be packed. Essays: *dissolves into hysterical laughter* Yeah. One's going to be late. Um. :) (*So completely no longer cares, due to combination of above crazy fangirl countdown and sudden super-insane-why-are-we-even-contemplati ng-this potential project with dragonfly13.*) One day, twenty-one hours, thirty-five minutes, forty-three seconds.