I was at Otafest today because I didn't go to Invermere. Fuck Invermere. It's like an enclosed prison. Fuck the mountains. Renamon was there, and I know people who would like that. My buddy Sheldon smacked me multiple times in the face in his rabbit fursuit because I was trying to steal his plush carrot and whack him with it. My nose still hurts. Dicktits. My mom said it's okay that I didn't go to Invermere, and that relieved lots of my anxiety. I took my sleeping aids but they do fuck all. Instead, I'm playing Cataclysm: DDA and fucking around on FurAffinity. One guy from Otafest recognized me online. I was dancing like I snorted a couple lines of cocaine. Reminds me that the only things I really ate today were a Vietnamese sub sandwich and some iced tea. Hoping to commission art as soon as I get my shit set up. And I need a job too. Preferably lugging heavy shit around or anything else that involves going from Point A to Point B. Fuck fast food jobs and fuck cashiers.