And…a costume shop in Bellevue, A Masquerade, is going to start selling my masks. This is teh hawesome. I’d write more about it, but I’ve been working on the site and masks all bloody evening and I’m freakin’ exhausted. My eyes are going to liquefy if I don’t get away from this goddamned monitor. I need a bath. With bubbles.
Doppler’s sitting on my bed staring at me. Apparently he’s the only guy that wants in my bed.
No time for love, Dr. Jones. I have to get to work so I can be a bazillionaire.
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