In a vain hope of trying to return to something that resembles normalcy, let me squee:
YAAAAAAAY I SNAGGED A TABLE AT A-KONNNNN YAAAAAAAY.
Now, to go back to the real world that is still sucking, this will probably be one of my last posts about Angeline.
Art Post because I couldn't sleep the night before the funeral. (
This is what happens for an artistic insomniac when it's 4:00am )