So last week sucked pretty hardcore, pms making the whole bday side of things a bit of a nightmare. 

My uncle passed away. He was only 55. And found out a close family friend - their 2yr old’s been diagnosed with cancer in her liver and urgently needs a transplant to have any chance.

I’m normally pretty good with bad news. Unless I’m pmsy. And then I’m TERRIBLE. Which is why I dropped off the face of the internet temporarily.

Then the convention happened. My brain was a bit fried for the weekend but it was a good time. 

So I decided to treat myself today.