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So Hurricane (Okay, by the time it hit Pennsylvania, Tropical Storm) Ike knocked out my power for three days. Ouch. Contents of fridge mutated into something horrible, and I have to clean that crap up.
On the other hand, in the dark I saw on the back of my desk, a blue CD-ROM. I says to myself, "Self, that looks like the installation disk to your all in one printer." Then I fell in a hole. Cause I'm missing part of my floor. M'yeah. Fun.
So, happy happy, joy joy, I have a scanner! Yay, scanner!

Before Ike did his dirty wind driven deed, I spent the weekend slaving over this. My Grandma says it's cheating. Says it's copying. I says whatever it is, it's pretty. And has got big hair. No, I'm still not over Bill's hair. I might never be over Bill's hair. I'll be ninety, and his hair shall cause me to giggle.
Least I know what I'm doing to my hair for Halloween. Er. *Did not find a giant bottle of hair spray and a comb*

I'm not so pleased with the chains. They were shiny, and I'm... not so good with shiny. Specially working in pencil. Well, working in anything. I tried. I think they look a bit... abstract. If you squint, sometimes you see chains. Sometimes you see a naked girl. Sometimes you see the Jolly Sailor. Oh well, I nailed the freaking eye makeup. As I should, I apply enough of it on myself.