16 January 2000.

I wrote a fanfic where a Meowth appeared in my backyard, and then I and the people around me started turning into Pokemon, like he'd brought some sort of disease or something with him. It was a dumb fic that I never actually shared with anyone but for some reason I drew some images for it that I DID share.

My cranial osteopath has a big window in his office overlooking downtown Manchester. It was always so pretty when I had a late afternoon appointment. (This is a pretty inaccurate depiction of the office, except for the massage table.)