My God, it's full of snowflake cookies.
My profile page, that is. :D Thank you one and all for the seasonal cheer!
Also cheering me up: my laptop is finally being delivered. It's been a bit of a mess, since they actually tried to deliver it today and yesterday while I was, respectively, in the middle of a Classics lecture and talking to my landlord about rent, and of course no-one left a message or told me what the tracking number was so I couldn't call them back about it, but it's all been sorted! I have called them, I have modified my address, I have told them not to deliver it until after 1pm - the works. If I don't have my little baby laptop by tomorrow afternoon, it will be because the universe sucks balls. You heard me.
Still, though, today has been a good day. The comic I'm working on for my Scriptwriting application is nearing completion, which is good because it's due on Thursday. And after class, I bought a $2.99 punnet of blackberries, which stained my tongue purple and gave me forceful sense memories of Augusts in Saltburn.
Right, back to inking! God, twelve pages can make you so thoroughly sick of inking. *flees*
Also cheering me up: my laptop is finally being delivered. It's been a bit of a mess, since they actually tried to deliver it today and yesterday while I was, respectively, in the middle of a Classics lecture and talking to my landlord about rent, and of course no-one left a message or told me what the tracking number was so I couldn't call them back about it, but it's all been sorted! I have called them, I have modified my address, I have told them not to deliver it until after 1pm - the works. If I don't have my little baby laptop by tomorrow afternoon, it will be because the universe sucks balls. You heard me.
Still, though, today has been a good day. The comic I'm working on for my Scriptwriting application is nearing completion, which is good because it's due on Thursday. And after class, I bought a $2.99 punnet of blackberries, which stained my tongue purple and gave me forceful sense memories of Augusts in Saltburn.
Right, back to inking! God, twelve pages can make you so thoroughly sick of inking. *flees*