Today is one of those days I would rather be fursuiting.

Most of the people who know me IRL know that I am in my last year of college, working on a capstone course that is running me slowly but surely- completely insane. I am currently waiting on tips of toenails for my fabric to come in so I can get started on my first design. I would be circling my mailbox like a shark if it would help at all. The patterns are perpetual work, and honestly there is never a day of "i'm done" to be found. Besides that I have been trying to keep up with my other studies, juggle work hours (however minimal- they are still there), keep the internal mental balance (easier said than done) and try to keep up a social life. I want the social life most, but to be honest since I'm not participating in my theatre troupe this semester, I have not seen as many people. But that was my choice so I wont complain. Its not like I have free time anyway... social interaction are by chance it seems.

I am just so stressed I would rather be fursuiting.

There is nothing so rewarding as hand sewing a head, and putting in eyes with epoxy, or sculpting a head base out of clay. Testing a jaw, or dancing around like an idiot as you try something on for the first time. Its therapeutic.

Likewise there is no thrill like dressing yourself head to toe in fuzz and running around anonymously hugging everyone you see.

I am half tempted to cause some chaos but my room here is not temperature controlled enough for a suit. :P

Gripe gripe gripe. I miss the fandom. I miss furbowls. I miss my furry friends. I miss fursuiting.

I know I will have a degree and something awesome to show for this... but I miss my hobby.