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Feb. 6th, 2009 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meimichiI am going to have the most insane day ever tomorrow. Stress, stress, stress. I'm still not done getting ready for work tomorrow. I am almost positive I will end tomorrow in tears.
SO WHY AM I AWAKE POSTING THIS.
They are, obviously, going for walksies.
...I need to get my scanner hooked up and communicating with my Macbook. Camera phone = fail. This wasn't even intended to be a finished thing, Chloe's arm needs redrawing AND A BRACELET I can't believe I colored in a camera phone photo. I am so lame. What's lamer is that I actually want to finish this. AND I HAVE REAL ART STUFF TO BE WORKING ON GUYS
NEXT: FEEDING HIM MILKBONES? OR MAYBE JUST BONES OF THE STILL-LIVING? I SMELL ANOTHER WACKY SITCOM SPINOFF IN THIS PLOTLIIIIINE.
...don't ask, I seriously don't know. EVERYONE GRIEVES IN DIFFERENT WAYS
I think I already need a tag with some kind of catchphrase for this plotline. This is underground railroad and fake baby territory.
SO WHY AM I AWAKE POSTING THIS.
They are, obviously, going for walksies.
NEXT: FEEDING HIM MILKBONES? OR MAYBE JUST BONES OF THE STILL-LIVING? I SMELL ANOTHER WACKY SITCOM SPINOFF IN THIS PLOTLIIIIINE.
...don't ask, I seriously don't know. EVERYONE GRIEVES IN DIFFERENT WAYS
I think I already need a tag with some kind of catchphrase for this plotline. This is underground railroad and fake baby territory.
