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[cabbitzilla]

I'm exhausted. *exhales* Got all the errands done for today, except for a bit this evening. 'tis time to be laced into the corset to check the template pattern Megan's making for my dress. Fabric's now been bought (*wails over the money*), and I should have one by Anthrocon (black/white) and a second by Otakon (burgundy/white).

But fatigue is a definite problem, making anything approaching 'thought' difficult; pardon me if this is skitterish in tone. Looking forward to the two cons, and the friends that'll be here for them (Emily for AC, Taryn for OK).

*walks into a wall, stares dazedly at it for a brief moment, and crumples to the floor to snore softly*

EDIT: Hours later, I resurface to find yet another little lemming... but this one gave me a very disturbing result...

Happy Deathday!
Your name:	elisabeth
You will die on:	Thursday, November 22, 2029
You will die of:	Gunshot
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