My protagonist consoles himself with the excellent beer I've invented for him to drink.
-stretches-
I have plans. Mostly they involve sleeping for a ridiculous amount of time and being incredibly slothlike and lazy on Saturday. Just sitting around painting and thinking.
<3
Except I have to go disentangle myself from the stupid anti-fashion show I was supposed to be running at the Flying Monkey, bugger and blast it.
I was really looking forward to it, but it turns out I'm going to see Gemini in Washington on the day of the dress rehearsal. ARRRGH.
They had this amazing bag at Karma Rags the other day. It was a messenger bag from the sixties, but ROUND and RED and MOD with an enormous WHITE CROSS on it, and it was absolutely
wait, no.
nevermind.
I am not talking about the messenger bags I have lusted after on my journal.
I have an image to maintain.
