Hark! I've returned from con with many treasures, and through foot pain and near heat stroke, and various callouses I managed to survive the whole weekend.
Day 1 of con. It's 8 am. I stayed up until one doing some last minute painting and whatnot.
No one else is up yet. Why am I awake then, you ask? Because I hate myself.
God I need coffee. Pick a god and pray for me.
Me, yelling at my friends: REMEMBER TO EAT AND DRINK WATER YOU DUMB BITCH
Also me: Forgets to eat breakfast, refuses to take vitamins, passes out from me not eating, like an idiot.
I need to practice what I preach.
Still, remember to eat you fools.
Who is the rat XD?
It's this rat's birthday. Bless u, rat.
(This is where I found it: https://mobile.twitter.com/knitbean/status/1101798864678318080?s=19)
Oh... I'm sorry... Feel better soon! If you need a hug or a "get well card" I'm here
So I'm sick. 3 days before my birthday. 5 before a con. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but if you hear me Zeus I'm sorry I called you a thot
I feel like this is you XD
For your gallery
Hope you can get a portable ac unit!