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I'm so sorry, I know I haven't been updating this blog at all. Thing is, I've been pretty busy ever since we came back and now there's work and everything so I can't just sit down and hack out a piece like I so want to. And the office computer's so slow that even this post (which I'm typing in the office) is taking just about forever to load.

Upcoming events: I'm going to this cosfest with Kira this weekend - got everything planned out, putting everything together now before our costest on Saturday (the event is on Sunday, do you see how rushed everything is?). I'm going as Misa from Death Note (whee!) and she's going as Erza from Fairy Tail - hope everything works out.

I'll be posting pictures and blogging about it (well maybe more pictures than text actually) so for now that super-long post about the month-long Japan trip is going to have to wait. Besides, I have approximately 2000 photos from the trip to sort and edit, and I'm more than a little overwhelmed by it (because I've obviously never taken so many goddamned photos in any period of time) so again that's all going to have to wait till next week because I'm determined that my long post about the trip is going to be a proper one, with text and decent photos everyfuckingwhere.

Wait for it, please - I promise I'll make the post worth the wait if you'll be willing to read it when it's done!

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