More and more tempted to offer self to flemco for 'fun and debauchery', but we exist in different cities and odds are the sight of me would cause a significantly lowered level of his desire for said 'fun and debauchery'. I have that effect on people. Men in particular.
I will attempt to draw something that sucks slightly less once my hands cease their infernal shaking. (all the caffeine I'm currently consuming can't be helping, either)
I miss Greg's dog. His dog is awesome. Such a sweetie. (yes, I have this strange habit of missing people's pets just as much or more than I actually miss them). Shafer's insane little daschund, too, while I'm missing pets.
Went through a lot of crap in my room today. Stuff from middle school. Damn, I was annoying. Obnoxiously chipper. I want to go back in time and shoot me. Also found an old story; mmust have been a later version of it because it sucked a little less ass than my old stories usually do. Was probably the fourth or fifth draft of what is now T-893.
... I'm not sure if David's still here or not. I swear, my sister's boyfriend has practically moved in with us. This is only a bit odd. Meh.