Precognitive Irony, Table for One
I've been going through my archives and adding tags like I mean it. (In-between baking, painting, cleaning, doing wicker work, and editing music for this Sunday's rave ritual at Gaia.)
I would like to point your attention to this post.
Oh, the irony. I had no idea that within a couple of years, I would actually have a mental breakdown, quit my job, and become a fantasy artist selling art at cons halfway across the country.
I would like to point your attention to this post.
Oh, the irony. I had no idea that within a couple of years, I would actually have a mental breakdown, quit my job, and become a fantasy artist selling art at cons halfway across the country.