Thursday. Very soon to be Friday.
I dreamt Kieron came round. He seemed well and still wore his ankh. Ever difficult and with an edge of self-depreciation, he wanted to know why I'd invited him to visit, angling to get me to say 'so I could ask you out'. I looked askance at him and batted back with equal amounts of obtuse self-depreciation, 'Why on earth did you come?'. I seem to recall our conversations in reality were rather like that too - kinda purposefully awkward somehow despite the fact they didn't have to be. I ought to write to Kieron, check the difficult and brilliant idiot is still alive.
Re: WWI jacket. *plots* I plan to buy a girl's royal marine's band tunic for £5, bleach the hell out of it, dye it khaki, fit it and then be evil to it with bullet holes, paint and such. Mwaha.
Today there was some tarot, some story, some cooking, some accounts - a very bitty day all in all. Although I must confess, much of it was filled with making a new background for Mercy.
Ergh, just realised I really can't spell 'beleaguered'. Have corrected that on Mercy now =P
The girl is Seraphim (a Shadow Clan who can move through earth and stone) who owes a debt to Viajero (Shadow Clan with control over the weather; he doesn't really look like James McAvoy, but it'll work) and so follows him to the Front to keep him alive. It was put together on Mercy with a touchpad and no graphics tablet so likely looks messy close up. Looks fine on my screen though, which I guess is what counts =P
In random non-news: don't ever pluck your eyebrows. Seriously. Because then you'll have to keep doing it in the name of neatness - and, I dunno about you, but I've got better things to do with my time. (Paint your nails? -Ed. ... Claws. Talons. Screw you -Raven.) I blame the 1920s and other people's weddings.
Tomorrow there must be showers and more accounting and travel and dressing pretty in a hurry for the attendance of birthdays. Lalala.
Re: WWI jacket. *plots* I plan to buy a girl's royal marine's band tunic for £5, bleach the hell out of it, dye it khaki, fit it and then be evil to it with bullet holes, paint and such. Mwaha.
Today there was some tarot, some story, some cooking, some accounts - a very bitty day all in all. Although I must confess, much of it was filled with making a new background for Mercy.
Ergh, just realised I really can't spell 'beleaguered'. Have corrected that on Mercy now =P
The girl is Seraphim (a Shadow Clan who can move through earth and stone) who owes a debt to Viajero (Shadow Clan with control over the weather; he doesn't really look like James McAvoy, but it'll work) and so follows him to the Front to keep him alive. It was put together on Mercy with a touchpad and no graphics tablet so likely looks messy close up. Looks fine on my screen though, which I guess is what counts =P
In random non-news: don't ever pluck your eyebrows. Seriously. Because then you'll have to keep doing it in the name of neatness - and, I dunno about you, but I've got better things to do with my time. (Paint your nails? -Ed. ... Claws. Talons. Screw you -Raven.) I blame the 1920s and other people's weddings.
Tomorrow there must be showers and more accounting and travel and dressing pretty in a hurry for the attendance of birthdays. Lalala.