So, in the middle of my friends gamely putting up with my angry mutterings about what a terrible writer I am*, Mom called and let me know that my E-bay packages arrived at our house. Not the house that I told the Post Office to start sending my mail to, but the house we lived in before Katrina plowed through that part of the world. So, yay, I finally get my miniature Decepticons this weekend! HoC Megs can get out of his box!
Why the post office sent it to that house is beyond me, but what the hey.
Also, should get my comic this week sometime hopefully. Then I shall know the joy of Freud taking on the Al-Qaeda!
... I need more joyful icons besides my default.
*"All Fall Down" has no plausibility and I hate it for that. Rrrgh. Rewrite will be done, because I am prideful enough to not want such a stain on my ability lying around unanswered for.
ETA: More joy! The chemistry quiz I've been killing myself over isn't until next Thursday! I feel so free!
Why the post office sent it to that house is beyond me, but what the hey.
Also, should get my comic this week sometime hopefully. Then I shall know the joy of Freud taking on the Al-Qaeda!
... I need more joyful icons besides my default.
*"All Fall Down" has no plausibility and I hate it for that. Rrrgh. Rewrite will be done, because I am prideful enough to not want such a stain on my ability lying around unanswered for.
ETA: More joy! The chemistry quiz I've been killing myself over isn't until next Thursday! I feel so free!
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