Missing Medicine

My room is kind of a giant shrine. It is my asylum, I fill it with things I make and things I love. It is a safe haven and a sanctuary.
My hair is now blue. I was overexcited about the curls. They have stayed all day. I'll miss them.
I am out of medicine. My anxiety is drowning me as I twiddle my thumbs and lash out at friends and loved ones.

So have a million selfies.

I've gained 10+lbs out here. How does it look?
A lot has happened. SO many adventures, I'm sorry I didn't document them all. But not that sorry.

Cakes for Ian's 20th Birthday

His birthday is June 20th.

Ian's 20th birthday gifts.

It was fun making these. The boxes hold in order from top to bottom: Buttons, A reeses cup, two pocketwatches, and a leatherbound book(made by me).

I own a gourd lamp now.

It hangs above my bed and makes shadows.

Me mounting my first spider. Found it while camping in Colorado at the Medieval fair. Serena and I were scared. 

I do a lot of taxidermy. But this is my first specimen with an exoskeleton. 

The spider was alive when we found it on our rug, it had a giant egg sac. It died in a jam jar in the trunk. the sac was squished by David.

I have never done anything this creepy, and I do some creepy stuff. I taxidermy birds and make top hats for them. But this was just…spidery. I stuffed the abdomen and soaked her in alcohol and formalin. I….I….

I need to take a moment.

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