Mall didn’t kill me, nor did it make me stronger.
Got my “only 4 bottles remaining” conditioner. I am not going to tell you what I dropped on that, because when I think about it, it sickens me. Hint: it rhymes with “bind-y collars”.
Not helped by the fact that they were the stupid smaller bottles and not the larger “value priced” ones, so I payed about 30% more. Anyway. I have the conditioner. Whew. Hair crises averted for a few months, then I will have to go all Britney and shave my shit, or something.
Went to BreadCo, got another 1,600 or so words in the can. 26,314 is the count at the moment. Going to take a break and let myself work on a rather macabre piece of artwork for awhile and listen to the new Joe Hill “20th Century Ghosts” on audiobook.
Edit:
Pic posted at rendo and devart. Original render and finished piece both available below for those who are interested in such things. Now, back to keyboard pounding.
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