Last weekend exploded with awesome.
The location, the people, the weather, the endless access to pie at Perkins.
I didn’t realize how much I missed cosplaying and attending a con without the added stress of the artist alley.
It’s just one big party all weekend.
Of course on the drive home
Whilst pausing at a gas station
[[after driving two hours without gps
the sort of wrong way]]
[[Which wasn’t so bad
because I love road trips
and driving and my inner Dean Winchester
guided me home]]
Blair [[still decked up as Cas]] discovered someone stole her phone and laptop [[brand new, hard earned]]
All details aside.
It sucks. A lot. And watching Cas cry—-
It’s just wrong.
On many levels.
We finally arrive home
To an apartment newly cleaned of
[[yuk— but no, it wasn’t us]]
[[old place + vermin in walls = creepy crawlies]]
And our shit spread out everywhere
And in desperate need of organizing
We move the stuff back around
And I turn on my computer
My precious little computer with all the art and work and collections and memories and love for the last two years
Basically, Windows 8 murdered my computer
and I hadn’t backed up in…
too long [[I know, I know, dumbass]]
So I wiped everything. Started new.
No art, no sketches, no brushes, no GIFS. Nothing
Three weeks before my next artist alley con.
I just keep telling myself
At least my little brother wasn’t the vessel of Lucifer
At least I don’t have to deal with Angel-Identity-Crisis’
There’s no threat of Apocalypse [yet]
And I still make a mean sandwich.
Love you guys.
Thanks for reading this stupidly long post.
Can’t wait to see you again.
Let’s Eat Pie,