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OMGPIG!

With the touching!

And the singing! Rasping.

And the talking!

And the saying 'fuck' every other word.

And the autograph 'love ya'!!

I fall over go boom now.

SQUEEEEEE!!

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OKAY!

After two days of concert, power on again off again, and various house renovations... two days? Three? I don't know.

The next three days will involve sewing and writing. Sewing, and prepping Dragons, Pen Bryton, and Storms for the manuscript marketplace; I went with three. From ten down to three. Funny how paying 50-150$ A BOOK will cut down your ambitions. Ah well.

Toodles.

ETA: Why am I always surprised how BIG these skirts are when I sew them? I made it! I know how much fabric went into it and how long the seams are! And yet, whenever I hold up the finished or near-finished product, I always go, holy shit. That's a lot of skirt. Go figure.

You killed me! You bastard!

I died in the Dungeon of Kittydesade

I was killed in a narrow torture chamber by Fluffy Mun the cockatrice, whilst carrying...

the Sceptre of David Bowie, the Crown of Lonelywalker, the Dagger of Serpent Stone, the Wand of Roleplaying, a Figurine of Guardian852, the Shield of Fiction, the Shield of Cruelest Month, the Wand of Raaltina and 174 gold pieces.

Score: 162

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My favorite line is still "You quaff the potion marked 'IMAGINATION'. You suffer a momentary vision of getting published."

And then there was this... "You quaff the potion marked 'NIGHTWISH'. It tastes like Raymond Watts." Yeah, I wonder what Raymond Watts tastes like. Mmmm whiskey and vodka and ... *cough* never mind.