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I'm craving raspberry truffle ice cream from Beth Maries for the same reason that my breasts are ridiculously sore and every time I see a photo of a baby I want to cry and/or hold it.

Fuck you, hormones. Especially since it's now been, like, two weeks and my period still hasn't fucking started. Cramps, bloating, acne, emotional roller coasters, soreness, all for the last two weeks with nothing to show for it. For the last few months my period has been consistently late so it's been impossible to schedule life stuff around when Shark Week'll be going on.

Blah blah blah uterus hate, blah blah etc etc the usual

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Finished a commission, wondered where some OLD OLD (embarrassingly so) commission sketches ran off to so I could finish them... ended up going through my Epic Pile of Art... and did some spring cleaning while I was in there. It was kind of fascinating, being able to spot in the pile different events of the last two years this has been accumulating. Contracts signed, comics done, commissions finished, roleplaying characters sketched.... brought a few smiles.

And I still haven't found those damn sketches. I may just need to redo them. Which is fine, they're so overdo that I might not even like whatever sketches I DID find. And maybe them having the original sketch and then a brand new drawing (and therefore me giving them more for their money) will make up for the horrible wait.

Going to the post office in a few minutes with dad.

Mrr. Still determined to kick this week's ass... despite hormones and self-hatred fighting me every step of the way. Those things can kiss my fat pale-white bum.