So, status update.
I’m sick. I’m struggling sometimes to recognize the difference between certain recent dreams and reality. I can’t talk, really. I’m more under-weight than ever. I feel tired whenever I’m conscious, seemingly despite how much sleep I get. I feel generally terrible. Horrible dry coughs on occasion. And sometimes it feels like there’s a small drill boring into part of my frontal lobe. Oh, and I can’t drink regular water with any kind of ease. Tea, milk, cocoa, juice from fruit, okay. Water? I cough it up almost invariably. Makes taking pills almost impossible, and fairly traumatic. Good thing the recent study they did on my saliva says that my current medications basically do nothing whatsoever for me. Yay. There’s a little more, such as my depression has increased, but I think you get the idea. Love and tolerate.
Can you even deal with this right now?! Flutters and Angel bein’ all C-… Cro… What’s the name?
Furries are considered weird deviants still yet mainstream capitalism desperately desires for me to want to fuck a green m&m.
Also the brown one. She’s got glasses, which is hot.
Mr. Sheeples has been through worse than this.
Crossbow action. Pinkamena doll bein’ creepy as hell. What more ya want?!
Where did THAT come from!?
Aw yeah. AJ’s bein’ a bad-ass again. Bad-flank? Bad-plot? I actually think the plot’s really good so far.
The gang’s back together again! Jay does great stuff, don’t he? I, on the other hand, still have cancer.
*muffled voice in the distance*
I AM working on it!
I probably reblogged this a while ago, but I thought I’d do it again ‘cause it’s just so cute! You’re welcome.