Cough, cough, cough, cough
I am meant to be writing a couple of tutorials and I don't want to. I am convinced I have resin poisoning and my liver is slowly hardening and growing ball joints and is going to burst through my torso while I'm sleeping and run off to local meets with people named VampireDojo and MangaFanBoi and start a LiveJournal account under the name "LoliLiverHime." I still have the green robot and the human CFs to do and I just can't, they are filling me with dread of having a headache for two days again and a still-present burning sensation in the back of my throat with a low-grade fever. How sad is it that people on Den of Angels who have to ask how tall 43cm is (are? resin poisoning!) are actually smarter about these things than I am? Unsmiling face.
Labels: the wounding of Lot 49, Toys, Whining




2 Comments:
Did you fire your proof reader? You're all over the place.
Did I need that? Did I really? Just be happy that it's mostly spelled correctly.
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