I had the worst dream last night. I dreamed that I had lost my hands, or they had shriveled up or something, and so I could do literally none of the things that I might even remotely be able to do for money in the future. I was walking around with a little book of all the art I've already done, trying to convince people to buy it because it was like my entire life's work even though I wasn't even old enough to drink legally yet, and this short fat guy wearing a purple shirt and sporting a preposterous mustache kept telling everyone I showed it to to say no.

It was so bad that when I woke up I had to rush to the computer to:

A) Make sure my hands are still operational,
B) Respond to the twelve or thirteen comments I usually get overnight (you people really need to get better sleeping patterns, it's not healthy to stay up that late) and
C) To hopefully encourage a sea of friendly and supportive luv-full-ness from all of you, my fabulous internet family.

Wouldn't it be weird to be raised by an internet family instead of an rl family?

huh.

Have a nice day, and thanks for reading! I'm convinced my hands work again! ^_^ I love you all! Carley, I still love you most of all, so stop pouting! *kiss*