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So.... new picture. Though the quality is not quite as sexy as it has the potential to be, still, lovely in a mummy-shoud sort of way. Have I mentioned that I have a thing for shrouds and otherwise diaphenous or unsecured clothing? Yeah, apparently I do.
Hmm, what else. The pinkeye has left the building, thank fucking god. That was miserable and a half. As of this new month, we (that would be the royal we) are:
-a little worried about the rent
-working on getting a new job
-trying to do better in anthropology
-working on a new drawing which I could show to all y'all if I had a scanner, but I don't, so it'll have to wait till I get to a Kinko's or something.
-going to the Y to get skinny and swim three times a week (go me! For those of you who know what a slug I am, that's a major, MAJOR accomplishment. I'm gonna be so hot they're gonna hunt me down and make me a model. Or a Suicide Girl, that would be better. )
-Having a really irritating creative failure with regards to The Damn Book (I've decided that's its working title). I have to go back and rewrite a whole chunk, which I very rarely have to do. UGH.
-Missing My Beloved Far Away and hoping he'll work a little less hard so I can talk to him more.
-Missing my Damned Mysterious Invisible Absentee Phantom, who is not going to know WHAT hit him when he gets back to Aetolia. There will be roleplay hijinks of the most dire and dubious sort. I'm making plots, so be warned, wherever you are.
-Hoping my roommate brings home an attractive boxer or two for me to flirt with.
-And that's about it.

There's the rundown, folks. We'll see how all these things play out. Oh, and I just want to issue an opinion here: LIBRARIES ROCK. They rock so hard it's nearly fucking geological. They are so cool you could keep a steak in them for a MONTH. Got me? Libraries are awesome.