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Oh, dear sweet gods.
Friday at last.
I am burnt to a crisp. I don't feel like I got anywhere near enough stuff done this weekend and it burned by like a damn forest fire. If it keeps going this fast, I'm going to find myself on a plane, out of breath and wondering where the time went.
Which is probably going to happen, but I'd like it to slow down a little bit. I'm approaching overwhelm.
Natara's off to the Bay Area for her signing. Everyone wish her well. You can do so at her blog: twistedcat
Shippers come on Monday to pick up the art.
Please, dear gods, let it make it there in one piece.
I should work now.