I spent most of today making tiny plastic buttons fgjdfhg
like literally FOR HOURS.
I feel a little like one of those walking brooms from Fantasia: I don't know if anybody actually wants any more of these buttons but nobody ever told me to stop or to do anything else, so I'm going to keep going until we're up to our eyeballs in buttons and everyone's all DD: I DID NOT NEED THAT MANY BUTTONS and I'll be sitting there pouring chemicals together and dripping them into little button moulds indefinitely.
... That bit always scared the shit out of me, actually, and I always had to fast forward through it. I think that's the root of my childhood dislike of Mickey Mouse.
Also I've got plastic stuck to my fingers and I can't get it off :C
(o btw
cerise_kousai what is your address I want to post stuff to you)