work. goddamn. close to 10 hours, and i’m not even sure how that happened.
it’s 1am and i’m eating a giant bowl of capn crunch that i absconded with after the “otp: the movie” reading last week. sweet sweet sugary (sort of stolen) goodness
not quite as eye-watering as i was afraid it would be, but still pretty intense.
also the plaid i designed so i would actually know what the fuck i was doing.