sun, sun, sun, here it comes

I'm back from the cottage and the holiday of subtle fertility symbolism--for the record, I did no frog-hopping this year, but we walked all over, went biking, picked seven kinds of flowers and put them underneath our pillows (tradition--it's supposed to make you dream of your intended), got quite drunk and had excellent food. And then I dreamed about a friend of my sister's, which was not on, so I told my sister about it when she called me the next day, and that should cancel it out. Hopefully.

I'm a stage kid; we're terribly superstitious.

But that was not the point of this post at all. You might have noticed me posting a story last week? WELL. I came home to find out absenteye had made me art!!! AWESOME ART. Art that is supposed to be Lindsey's art from the story! Oh my GOD, you guys, I love it so.

( mildly spoilery, so it goes behind a cut )