Dreamtime

Angel's vagina is still 'open', and she's spotting a little, so it's likely she'll get in a vet visit soon here. She may just have had a little vaginal tearing delivering her four huge babies (three boys, one girl: Uriel, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, of COURSE), or there may be a placenta or even another baby still in there. In our club, it's been known to happen before-- one or two times a mum's had babies, started nurding, and died two weeks later of an infection from that sort of thing. Although the babies just usually reabsorb, I don't want to mess with my Angel on that count.

The babies are the best things ever. They're going to be very dark-coloured except for one boy, who is my favourite so far.

Last night I was up late working on costuming for Meg's party, and this morning I'm up early doing the same. Juggler is allowing me to costume him, so that's pretty awesome. I'm also sewing my own from the ground up. *Happyexcited*

I dreamed last night, and it was a strange dream. I was walking across a field with Mike and Tim, and Mike was crying. I don't know that this has any bearing on Mike or Tim RL at all, am I overplaying my role as comforter in my life right now though?

In other news, I went shopping for motorcycle leathers with Juggler yesterday and reminded how much I absolutely HATEDETESTKILLLBADEVILDESTROY feel about shopping for off-the-shelf clothing in all but the few stores I know to carry things that fit for me. Don't misunderstand, my proportions are not unexpected at first glance: 5'8", 140lbs, 29-30" waist. Pretty standard girl. Small breasts, though, big hips and calves, long arms, short legs, and big round hips means that nothing ever fits *right* or *well*. Oh well. No motorcycling for me just yet.

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I sure hope this is the pms part of my cycle, because if externals can do this to me, I'm in trouble.

Angel's back from the vet, she's had a shot of oxytocin to clear out any possible retained placentas, she's on antibiotics for a vaginal infection, she and the babies are alert, eating well, etc. So that's good, though we were worried.

I'm skipping Meg's party, I'm wrecked. My costume is half-donw but will have to go unworn, cause I suck. It's a lovely costume, I'll need another excuse to wear it.

I may or may not go to Sin.

Bob's sick, he's been sick essentially since I left for Iowa. We've both been super-busy lately. I miss him like you wouldn't believe. I'm hoping to get some time spent in the same rooom with him, even if we're sleeping.

I'm working Wed and Fri, I'm hoping to get some more work Mon or Tues, anyone wanna do Wreck on Thurs?

I am unfit to speak with people right now unless they're very quiet, pet me, cook for me, and [retty much don't mind getting yelled at.