Ohhhh man. It's like, I want to write this, but I'm getting sick-ish and I'm still so fucking disoriented from having to return to my """real life""" after being away in what is REALLY the realest part of myself. So I know the only way I'm ever going to get through this is if I just force myself to start and like trap myself in the rolling ball of ( Read more... )

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While my roommate and our kidnapped friend slumber peacefully in the next room over, my body has apparently been convinced that I am at a convention and that I need to not sleep because I have other shit to do. WELL, I DON'T. SO I'M MAKING OTHER SHIT FOR MYSELF TO DO.

Here's part 1 of my Slamaganza adventure. [EDIT 2019: I'm here having a ( Read more... )