There's not much but...
I miss Patsy.
So, I'm sitting around in my underwear, feeling like poop again and bearing through my cousin and sister watching Disney Channel. It's terrific. ...Emperor's New School has like. Some major issues. (Included, but not limited, to the fact that the art sucks, and Kuzco is not the real Kuzco. -Emperor's New Groove fanatic-) And them Cheetah Girls is WAY offkey.
...and they keep changing in between that and The Simple Life. Jesus Christ. SOMEONE SHOOT ME. Or Paris Hilton. SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT PARIS HILTON. OMFG.
My spacers don't hurt as much anymore, but my throat is killing me and my nose is a fucking fountain. I feel like I'm going to die. It's just. Blech.
...I hate this show. They're awful. Awful. Is this supposed to be funny? Because it's not. It's really, really terrible. I could just...oh God. Kill them. I could kill them both. All of them. I could KILL THEM. Oh god. Oh god, my head. My head.
In other news, Anime Club and the newest chapter of Shirohane-sama's For Your Eyes Only had me drawing on Friday...and being sick prompted me to fix the damn scanner. Finally. So, now, I'm just dabbling. I think I'm jumping in between my temperature going up and down, which is annoying, but hell, it's not like I can do anything about it.
I'm also working on None the Wiser at last. It's...coming. I hope. I'm kind of going between that and scanning things.
I'll post stuff after it's painted I guess.
Hope everyone's okay.
(If anybody wants me on AIM or MSN, say so. Otherwise, I'm going to be an antisocial sick bitch about it.)
Much love.
So, I'm sitting around in my underwear, feeling like poop again and bearing through my cousin and sister watching Disney Channel. It's terrific. ...Emperor's New School has like. Some major issues. (Included, but not limited, to the fact that the art sucks, and Kuzco is not the real Kuzco. -Emperor's New Groove fanatic-) And them Cheetah Girls is WAY offkey.
...and they keep changing in between that and The Simple Life. Jesus Christ. SOMEONE SHOOT ME. Or Paris Hilton. SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT PARIS HILTON. OMFG.
My spacers don't hurt as much anymore, but my throat is killing me and my nose is a fucking fountain. I feel like I'm going to die. It's just. Blech.
...I hate this show. They're awful. Awful. Is this supposed to be funny? Because it's not. It's really, really terrible. I could just...oh God. Kill them. I could kill them both. All of them. I could KILL THEM. Oh god. Oh god, my head. My head.
In other news, Anime Club and the newest chapter of Shirohane-sama's For Your Eyes Only had me drawing on Friday...and being sick prompted me to fix the damn scanner. Finally. So, now, I'm just dabbling. I think I'm jumping in between my temperature going up and down, which is annoying, but hell, it's not like I can do anything about it.
I'm also working on None the Wiser at last. It's...coming. I hope. I'm kind of going between that and scanning things.
I'll post stuff after it's painted I guess.
Hope everyone's okay.
(If anybody wants me on AIM or MSN, say so. Otherwise, I'm going to be an antisocial sick bitch about it.)
Much love.