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After much ado, I headed out to the Artcon last night. Which was most keen, despite the fact that I was the recipient of a raging headache partway through the night. I got home much to late, to my dismay, and passed out before I could shower. Something which after the disgusting heat of the night, I desperately wanted.

I did, however, wind up bathing the ferrets before I slept. One reason was because Midnight's entire backup was covered in poop. I think she couldn't make to the litter box in time, the poor old dear. Edgar then begged for attention, the fat bastard, and got a bath for drawing my attention to him. He is becoming a little tub of lard. And also fought me quite fiercely as he didn't /want/ a bath. He's still sulking.

Appointment with the surgeon today, and hopefully my unemployment check came in the mail so I can cash it like a good little drone of society.

Damn. I need money.

Last night, the Zombie King showed me a new tattoo that he had drawn up and I've become quite enamoured with it. Memento Mori. With some sort of skeleton/zombie nun looking woman. I. Want. This. Tattoo. He says he's trying to get me covered. Rat.

I'm still very tired, so my brain is a blank. There's not much else to say right at this moment.