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 Not feeling especially posty tonight.  But fucked if I'm going to break my streak this early.

It hasn't been a bad day, it's just been a long day and I feel a little bit like I've been dragged backwards through a hedge.   Highlights have included a panic attack, trying to explain to three of spark's daycare compatriots why they can't yank my shirt down to look at my tattoos, an important conversation and a lot of fidgeting with floss.   And listening to a bunch of a book with my favorite title, even if I'm not sure it's my favorite writing (Thirteen Doorways, Wolves Behind Them All) 

With the progress I'm making, I think I'll be awkwardly close to needing to start a new cross-stitch project for con.  I've got a couple less flippant patterns, from Satsuma Street or Junebug & Darlin, or Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery, but I've also got a ridiculous number of patterns from shitpost samplers that I'm trying to choose between.  Sentiments include but are not limited to


I was born with the gift of hands and I'm going to make that everyone else's problem

I've survived every bad day I've ever had motherfucker!

Be yourself that they may die mad about it

and

When I want your opinions, I'll read your entrails.

(there's more, there's always more, but those are current frontrunners)