I blame the WHO. If their website had been working this morning when I set out to start into my sociology assignment, I would never have thrown my back out.
Instead, and on the plus side, Shawn and I picked up freshly shot screens, a gallon of goldenrod ink and a whole roll of warm brown vinyl for sticker printing! Deets on his page once the first batch is printed and dried! T-shirts are next, and I will be making totes in the next few months. Yeah for promo!
Now, however, I'm enjoying drool-inducing painkillers, anti-inflammatories, and a newly established office in our bedroom. Boo. No screenprinting fun for me.
Just mindless perusing.
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Poor Gunth. I've also injured myself, in a way too ridiculous to reveal here. I am not bed-ridden, merely wincing at every move and refusing to admit why.
(Okay, it was a hula hoop-induced injury. Sshh. Don't tell.)
Love and Ill-gotten Vicodin,
Wheelth
We need to make Wolfskullz EVERYTHING. I want to put our names on things even KISS hasn't thought of.
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