First things first.  I went hunting today, which is good because I bailed last week on short notice (work-related stuff).  I’ve mostly resolved my deer-killing cognitive dissonance, but am still having small doubts.  Not enough to stop me, obviously.  So I sat outside for like six hours just quietly chatting with my dad and brother in the cold, saw a likely candidate, took a shot.  The description of the results involves destroyed anatomy, which is squicky for some folks, so I’ll just hide it behind a cut.

(For those who are squicked out by that kind of stuff, the short of it is that it went pretty well for the deer but a sad thing over-all)

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Alright, so

I had a marvelous dream where I was hunting people and eviscerating them and digging my claws into their eyes and faces and severing digits and limbs and whatnot.  Woke up with the most intense craving for some violence, so it was a Pinkamena and gunfire day (still disappointed I couldn’t find that song).  Not exactly the scratching said itch was looking for, but it was quite pleasant nonetheless.  And Zirstream with some megacutes in it (watching Pinka and Zir be cute together is nice~) and drumming.

So what I’m trying to say is it was an unexpectedly good day.  I still feel tired, and know if I push at all I’ll probably crash again, but god DAMN if I don’t appreciate a good day once in awhile.