Diary - Thursday, July 12th, 2001

Who is tough?

I am!

Although the top part of the wing did not quite get finished - Claudia worked for three hours and then found me saying meekly "Um, Buffy will be on soon...I can't miss Buffy."

Well, okay, a lot of the work was near the spine and I was spending a lot of time making squeaky noises of protest as well. It always looks so grotesque when beads of bloody plasma turn yellow bits to orange. Still, by the time I get to Anthrocon that wing should be nearly done, the long sweep underneath will take a shorter amount of time, apparently.

She showed me the needle rack for that area, thirteen little sharp points, and I just found myself looking at it and thinking 'Over the sides of my ribs with that? Oh God next session is going to suck'.

In deference to Mwerevu, I change that to 'Suxor'.

(Hums)

"Somebody loves me...I wonder who?"