Let's see . . . hmm . . . this week was lousy, leavened by a pretty wolfie postcard from northatlantic
-- thank you! -- and some bonus HARD to find BPAL from topknot
-- EEEEEEEEEEEE! -- and a badass movie. Yes, FYI, Transformers kicks robot ass, and that's coming from someone who actively hated the cartoon.
Most of the suck has been of the lycanthropic variety -- the worst part about being bipolar is that you can't control your state of mind, so you it's perfectly possible to find yourself in a black, suicidal depression even if there's nothing to be depressed over. And it doesn't matter that you know it's only your lycanthropy doing this to you, it still sucks and hurts and is really freaking scary sometimes.
THAT'S WHY I AM ON MEDICATION. And thank the Powers that Be for that
The rest of the suck was scrambling to get ready for the art show this weekend, and only finishing one out of four projects I'd wanted to finish before deadline. BUT. I got enough done, and put my art up, and nothing exploded or fell to pieces or caused innocent people to die, so it's all good, and things have been pretty smooth sailing.
The convention itself is over tomorrow, and I weep, for there has been much fun, and much boobage, with me, bat_cheva
who is making sure the art show runs along like a well-oiled ponyboy, apocalypticbob
who brought me more highly-sought and freakin' discontinued BPAL-age as well as the CUTEST EMBROIDERD JOLLY ROGER BELT POUCH which I will post a picture of as soon as I get one, and the lovely celticmistress
, who also brought me a gorgeous dress and a sari and is definitely just a cool chick to hang around with despite being so very much taller and more impressive than me and I wish she lived way closer because she's hilarious, and we are all
TOTAL FOXES. We are a troublemaking group, I will tell you that for nothing. I swear, all we talk about are tits (thank you for the cutlet, celticmistress
). And just between us, we have about all the tits and ass and attitude you could ever, ever need (except for me, who needed that cutlet to keep from looking lopsided, hah). We also all have better hair than you would believe.
Anyway, I have pictures. With cleavage in. So y'all will be getting special fun-time treats.
Right now I'm dead-dog tired, and am about to fix a sandwich, settle in with the final installment of Harry Potter, and chill the fuck out for a while. I just wanted to let you know that I miss you all, and will be back soon. I am having the best
time, and I really, really needed it.
Oh, hell. Here. For now, one picture:
Last night, and Lady Peril was very happy in her red pants. That's a silly little smile for you.
Love you all, my little undead monkeys! I'm off for some ham and cheese and some J. K. Rowling. Catch you tomorrow after the dead dog party!